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I took the USB drive to the living room and inserted it into our laptop. It opened immediately. Folders. Dozens of them. I clicked on one.
PDFs. A scanned passport — David Miller. Born June 10, 2009.
My husband.
My mind reeled. A son? A woman named Sarah? A child he never told me about?
Then I found the marriage certificate: John Anderson and Sarah Miller, married May 15, 2009. Four months before John and I first met.
More documents. Insurance policies, real estate records, bank transfers — all tying John to another life. A life that didn’t include me.
I opened a folder of photographs. There he was. My John. With Sarah. With David. On beaches. At birthday parties. In their living room, wrapping Christmas gifts.
Every snapshot was a punch to the gut.
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