The manager returned with a sealed envelope, thick and weighty. Maggie clutched it, her heart hammering. She almost tore it open there, but pride stiffened her spine. Instead, she carried it home like contraband, placing it on the dining table where Daniel once read the morning paper.
For hours, she circled the envelope, making tea she didn’t drink, folding laundry that could’ve waited. Finally, she broke the seal. Inside was not an explanation, but another clue: a business card for a law firm and a note in Daniel’s handwriting — “Just trust me.”