At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance

My father talked about the old path to the water.

I listened without checking whether my phone had lit up.

That night, I slept there for the first time in years.

The house made unfamiliar sounds.

Pipes.

Branches against a window.

Water moving beyond the dark.

I woke once and reached toward the other side of the bed.