Back home, Maggie spread the folder on the table. Most of it was indecipherable, lines of numbers and signatures. Yet at the back, she found an appointment slip with Daniel’s name scrawled in neat ink, beside the address of a storage facility. Her pulse quickened. Another secret was in store for her.
The storage facility sat on the edge of town, a row of metal doors stretching like quiet sentinels. Maggie presented the slip to the attendant, who checked records, then guided her down the corridor. The key in her hand felt heavier with every step toward Daniel’s secret.