I Found a Little Boy’s Photograph Taped Beneath Our Bed—Then One Word in My Husband’s Hidden Letters Changed Everything

The drive gave me time to separate those things.

I stopped once.

I bought water, checked my phone, and looked again at the photograph before putting it away.

Christopher had sent a message asking whether I wanted him to meet me somewhere.

I did not answer that question yet.

I was not ready to have him standing beside Beatrice when I first saw her face.

I wanted a conversation that did not begin with him deciding which details to introduce.

The neighborhood was quiet when I arrived.