I Found a Little Boy’s Photograph Taped Beneath Our Bed—Then One Word in My Husband’s Hidden Letters Changed Everything
I took my keys.
“I need time.”
He stood when I did, then stopped himself from following me.
“Samantha, please—”
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready to talk.”
I walked outside into the morning light.
In the car, I looked at the return address on Beatrice’s envelope.
Columbus.