I then shifted my attention to the photographs. There were pictures of her with friends, snapshots of her travels, and some candid moments. My heart stopped when I saw the next set of images—photos of her with another guy. They were taken on what looked like the night of a proposal. There were shots of the man on one knee, of them kissing, her in joyful tears, and a close-up of her hand adorned with a diamond ring.
She’d told me she had no one. No family. No significant other.
Did she lie?
My jaw clenched. Anger flickered to life—hot, fast, and dangerous. But I forced it down. I’d promised her I’d hear her out before jumping to conclusions.
I noticed there was something heavy inside the envelope. I reached in and pulled out two more items: a flash drive and a cellphone. I picked up the
