the table where my suitcase sat.
“But while I was away, I learned something.”
I opened it.
Inside was a folder.
Theresa’s expression changed.
“What is that?”
I placed it on the table.
“The reason I came home early.”
Nobody moved.
“The reason I didn’t tell anyone I was coming.”
I opened the folder.
Inside were photographs.
Receipts.
Medical records.
And copies of messages.
Lucy looked confused.
“Nathan… what is this?”
I looked at my wife.
“This is proof.”
Three weeks before I returned, I received an unexpected email.
It was from an old coworker in Canada.
His name was Marcus.
He had known me for years.
He had seen how hard I worked.
He had also noticed something strange.
Every time I spoke about Lucy, my expression changed.
Because even from thousands of miles away, he knew something was wrong.
One night, after seeing one of my video calls
