But it wasn’t how he looked.
It was his eyes.
Serious. Heavy. Like he had been carrying something for a very long time.
“Good afternoon,” he said.
“It’s… morning,” I replied, confused.
He nodded slightly, like it didn’t matter.
“I know this is unexpected,” he said carefully. “But I’ve been searching for your husband for years.”
My chest tightened.
“What are you talking about?”
He held out an envelope. Thick. Worn at the edges.
“There’s something he needs to know. Please… read what’s inside.”
My mind immediately went somewhere dark.
Secrets. Lies. Things I wasn’t supposed to find out.
Before I could react, I heard movement behind me.
