“I know. And I’m sorry I kept this from you for so long.”

She explained that Daniel had made repeated payments to someone whose name meant absolutely nothing to me.

The transfers had continued over a period of years.

I examined each document, searching desperately for an explanation.

Then I reached the final page.

It contained an address.

My breath caught.

I recognized it immediately.

It was the address of the house where Daniel and I had lived before moving into our current home.

I looked straight at Emily.

“Why is our old address connected to these payments?”

Her expression changed.

She seemed to have been dreading that exact question.

“Because,” she said quietly, “the person receiving that money lived at that address.”

I shook my head.

“That doesn’t make sense. Daniel and I lived there together.”

Emily wiped her eyes.

Then she said something that made my entire body go cold.