Inside were photographs, a letter from Gwen, a birthday card, and two folded notes.
The photographs showed me with a woman from work. In one, my hand rested on her arm. In another, we were entering a caf?.
I knew how they looked.
However, it was my wife’s handwriting on the first page that stole my breath.
“Andrew, if you’re reading this, something has happened to me. Read everything carefully. Don’t trust Gwen. There’s something you never knew.”
The note ended there.
Under it was a page written in purple crayon.
“Daddy, I hid Mommy’s letter because I didn’t want you to be mad. I’m sorry. Please don’t let her leave.”
I read it three times.
Jackson sat beside me.
“Aria hid the box.”
“She thought Clara was leaving me.”
He picked up the photographs.
“Who is this woman?”
