k didn’t use one either.
I thought maybe it was just a mistake or something he forgot about. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Weeks later, I decided to drive around our neighborhood while pressing the opener, just to see if it worked somewhere.
To my surprise, the opener worked on a garage at the corner of the street. My heart started beating fast as the door opened slowly, revealing a dark space. Inside, I found an old car covered in dust and some boxes in the corner.
I opened one of the boxes, expecting to find tools or random things.
But instead, I found letters—lots of them—all addressed to my husband from a woman I had never heard of. The letters were from years ago and were full of details about a life I knew nothing about.
As I read through them, I realized my husband had a secret life he had kept from me for years.
