I found a motel key card.
Receipts.
Fishing line.
Then a jewelry store receipt.
Two towns away from the lake.
My hands went cold.
The next morning, after Mark left for work, I opened his laptop.
His password had changed.
That was new.
I tried the old one.
Wrong.
His birthday.
Wrong.
Our anniversary.
Wrong.
Then I typed the name of his favorite fishing lake.
It opened.
That hurt almost more than if the password had been another woman’s name.
The desktop looked ordinary.
Work folders.
Photos.
Documents.
Then I noticed one folder with a small ring icon.
I clicked it.
The first photograph loaded slowly.
Mark stood inside the marina restaurant.
He was holding hands with a woman in a white dress.
My entire body went numb.
The second photograph showed him sliding a ring onto her finger.
The third showed them kissing.
I stared at the screen.
