PART 3

For one second, hope crossed Daniel’s face.

Then it vanished.

A husband who loved his wife would have been proud that she owned a paid-off home.

Daniel looked terrified.

That told me everything.

His eyes shifted toward his mother.

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Hers shifted back.

It lasted less than a second, but it was enough.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Daniel said.

I walked upstairs.

My bedroom door was open.

On the bed sat my small black suitcase, half packed.

My clothes were folded inside.