He nodded awkwardly.
“I know we don’t know each other. But I need to tell you the truth about your husband. I’ve been looking for him for a long time.”
My heart started pounding.
“What?”
He held out a thick envelope.
“There’s something you don’t know about your husband. You need to read the letter inside this envelope, and you’ll understand everything.”
My mind raced with terrifying possibilities.
Had Noah lied to me?
Was he hiding something?
Just then, I heard a voice behind me.
“Lena?”
I turned.
Noah was in the hallway in his wheelchair, rubbing his eyes.
“Who is it?”
The man looked at him.
