So I did.
“This is stupid.”
Inside was a stack of papers, a photo, and a folded note.
The top sheet was a legal document, partial and torn along one edge. I could see Lily’s signature at the bottom in her careful, looping handwriting.
Underneath that was a bank statement. Her name. An account I had never seen before. Depositing every two weeks for almost two years, small at first, then larger.
The balance made my stomach turn.
I could see Lily’s signature.
Where was that money coming from?
The photo was worse. It was Lily sitting across a table from an older man in a gray suit. A folder was open between them. She was leaning forward, serious, listening to whatever he was saying. It looked as if it had been taken through a window.
The note was handwritten.
“She’s preparing to leave you officially soon. You should have known.”
