The numbers startled her. Transfers to accounts she didn’t recognize, balances she couldn’t fathom. Daniel had always claimed they lived modestly, just scraping enough to stay comfortable. But these papers told another story—a trail of secrecy stretching back years. Maggie’s breath caught. Had he deceived her?
At night, sleep refused to come. Daniel’s last words circled endlessly: “I’m sorry. You’ll see.” The fragments tangled with the rustle of paper, the weight of the key, the images of figures she couldn’t explain. Her mourning now carried an edge of suspicion she wished she could ignore.