“It’s too painful,” he’d say.
And I believed him.
Because I loved him.
But now—
that silence felt different.
Not like grief.
Like something else.
Something heavier.
I needed answers.
I went back to the footage from the doorbell camera.
The woman who left the envelope—same coat, same scarf. I tracked her down through the car she drove.
Her name was Amanda.
I didn’t think.
I just drove.
Her house was quiet. Too quiet.
When she opened the door and saw me, her face changed instantly.
Like she had been expecting this moment… and dreading it.
“You left something for me,” I said.
She didn’t deny it.
She just stepped aside.
