After Losing Her Husband, a Woman Learned from a Nurse That Another Woman Had Been Visiting Him for Several Weeks – A Few Days Later, the Visitor Came to Her House and Said, ‘So You Don’t Know What He Left You, Do You?’

I remembered the documents in Jack’s jacket.

“Can I see the security footage?”

“I can’t show you hospital surveillance.”

“Then tell me who she was.”

“I don’t know her name.”

After several conversations with hospital staff, I finally saw the footage.

“She came carrying that folder.”

“How long did she stay?”

“Almost two hours.”

“The following day.”

“She’s crying.”

“Yes.”

“Were they alone?”

“Yes.”

“Every time?”

“Were they?”

“Mostly.”

I stared at the screen.

For three days, I replayed Jack’s secret drives, hidden papers, and late-night calls.

At two in the morning, I whispered into the darkness, “Were you cheating on me?”

I hated myself for asking a dead man.

Then someone knocked on my door.

Lucy was coloring at the kitchen table. “Mommy, who’s here?”