But I understood one thing clearly: the documents weren’t simply evidence of a husband preparing to leave.

They were evidence that someone had been making decisions in my name.

PART 4

I put everything back beneath the bed exactly as I had found it, except for the letter.

I photographed every page with my phone, taking several shots because my recovering sight still made it hard to tell whether an image was sharp.

Then I returned the originals to the folder and pushed it into the narrow shadow against the bed frame.

Colton had left me a cup of tea beside the kitchen sink.