My first thought was that some kid from her school was pulling a prank.
High school drama, jealousy, whatever. I almost tossed it into the trash right there.
I picked it up and read the card twice.
But my hands wouldn’t let me.
I carried the box down the hall, past the sound of Lily’s laughter, and shut my bedroom door behind me.
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at it for a full minute.
“This is stupid,” I muttered, not believing that the note could be serious. “You’re a grown man, Paul. Open that box.”
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.”
My head started spinning.
The photo was worse.
“This could be somebody messing with us,” I said out loud.
The photo could’ve been staged. In the ER, I’d seen enough theatrics to know a setup when one was laid out that neatly on a bed. I forced myself to breathe. Whoever left this wanted a reaction, and the smart move was to slow down.
Then my mind slid, against my will, to the folder on the kitchen table last month. The one my daughter had hidden the second I walked in. The hushed phone calls. The extra shifts at the coffee shop, she said, were just for “spending money.”
Whoever left this wanted a reaction.
Every strange little thing from the past year clicked into place, and every click hurt.
