“Not that he ever told me.”

She produced a folded photocopy from her purse.

It was an invitation to Gerald’s wedding, and the woman smiling beside him was unmistakably Leticia, her hair darker and her face slightly younger.

“After he died, she sold equipment from his business and disappeared,” Isabel said.

“We tried to challenge some paperwork, but the money was gone.

The records were messy.

It was like Gerald had vanished twice.”