I don't know what to think

Okay, guys, so this is going to be a little different than usual. I don't know exactly what to think other than the fact that I'm really weirded out and I could use some help. For those of you that know me well, you'd know that my dad died when I was eleven. It's not something that I like to talk about very much, but just so you know, it was a car accident while he was on his way home from work. My mom especially doesn't like talking about my dad. Any time he comes up in conversation, she gets really upset and finds a way to either change the subject or leave the room. I know it's probably not the best way to deal with loss, but it's our way, I suppose, and that's just how it is.

This morning after breakfast, my mom sent me out to get the mail, because she'd forgotten to get it the day before. I said sure and ran out there to grab it. We'd gotten a few bills and advertisements and what not, but then I saw there was an envelope addressed to me. I never get mail. But what made it weird was the fact that it was obviously dropped in there by the sender rather than going through the postal service. There were no addresses or stamps - it just said "Jennie Sullivan" on the front.

Curious, I opened it right away. Inside were three sheets of paper. The first two were big colorful collages and the third was a slip of paper that said, "Your dad asked me to give this to you. -C.P."

I can't explain the weird feeling that came over me when I saw that. My heart kind of skipped a beat and I felt incredibly creeped out. There are so many things that are strange about the note.

First of all, I have no idea who "C.P." is. And whoever they are, why did they wait almost ten years to give me something from my dad? And why did they do it in such a secretive way? Why not just come right over and give it to me?

I walked back into the house and I thought about showing it all to my mom, but I didn't know how she'd react. So I just handed her the rest of the mail and asked, "Do we know anybody named C.P?"

She just shrugged and said no, she couldn't think of anyone. Then I asked her if my dad was an artist. I guess the question was really random, because she looked startled. She quickly shook her head and said, "No, he wasn't," and grabbed her coffee cup, leaving the room.

I've been sitting in my room for the past few hours just staring at these pictures. I don't know why my dad would want me to have them, or why ten years after his death, I'd suddenly get them in such a strange way. I feel like this is important, but I can't figure out how or why.

I called Liam and he said to take scans and email them to him so he can help me out. I figured, if I'm going to do that, I might as well share them with you. Can you guys help me out? Help me look at these pictures and figure out what they mean. I know there's something important in here and I just don't know what it is.

Thanks for helping me, guys. Let me know if you figure anything out.

~^~@ Jennie