I leaned forward and typed it slowly, letter by letter.
LoonLake
I held my breath and hit enter.
The screen unlocked.
His desktop was the same as always. The same picture of Sophie at her high school graduation in her blue cap and gown. The same messy rows of files. Bid_Henderson. Invoice_July. Taxes_2025.
And one folder I’d never seen before.
It was right in the middle of the screen. No name. No title. Just a tiny icon that he must have downloaded from somewhere and set on purpose.
A small gold ring.
I sat there staring at it.
I thought about closing the laptop. I thought about walking away, going downstairs, making a cup of coffee, and pretending I’d never seen any of it. Some women do that. They decide not to know. They keep the marriage and lose the truth, and maybe that’s a fair trade.
