So why would he write something like that?
I kept reading.
He mentioned money transfers from the company where he worked. Accounts I had never heard of. Meetings he had never told me about.
And then he wrote something that made my stomach turn.
Marcus knows.
Marcus was Liam’s boss.
The same man who had called me that morning.
He told me he had found something that belonged to Liam and thought I should come to the office to collect it.
At the time, I thought he was being kind.
I was wrong.
When I arrived, the office was almost empty.
Rain tapped against the huge windows as Marcus closed the door behind me.
“Emily,” he said, “I’m glad you came.”
Something about his voice made me uncomfortable.
I placed my handbag on the chair.
“What did you find?”
He looked at me for a moment.
Then he said something I will never forget.
“Your husband wasn’t supposed to find those records.”
My heart dropped.
“What records?”
Marcus didn’t answer.
Instead, he walked toward the desk and looked at the folder in my hands.
The same folder that contained Liam’s letter.
His eyes went straight to it.
And suddenly I understood.
