The papers suggested meetings with financial advisers, lawyers, and accountants spanning years. Maggie had never known. Daniel had lived a quiet double life of appointments and signatures, hidden beneath their ordinary days. Every discovery cut her deeper. Was she his partner, or just someone he shielded from the truth?
When she returned the box, the manager gave her a look of sympathy, as though he knew she was unraveling. “Sorry, we’re not allowed to say more at this point,” he said softly. “We’ve been instructed to contact you again soon.” Maggie walked out into the daylight, clutching the folder like a wound.