My mind raced as I tried to comprehend the magnitude of what lay before me. Could it be true? Had my husband been involved in something so dangerous, so terrifying, that he had to hide it away from me—and from himself? Why had my father-in-law insisted I uncover this secret now?
I was jolted from my thoughts by the sound of the front door opening. My heart leapt into my throat as panic set in. I quickly gathered the photographs and letters, stuffing them back into the bag and shoving it back into the hole in the wall. With trembling hands, I replaced the pieces of broken tile as best as I could, trying to hide any evidence of my discovery.
I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out just as my husband walked into the hallway. He looked at me with a smile, though his eyes seemed to search my face, as if sensing my unease.
