I felt my stomach drop.
« How bad? »
His answer changed everything.
« We need surgery. »
Soon.
Not months from now.
Not next year.
Weeks.
As I sat alone in the parking lot afterward, staring through the windshield, my hands trembled.
For the first time in years, I thought about the bank card.
The one sitting inside the cookie tin.
The one I had refused to touch.
Maybe it was finally time.
What I didn’t know was that using that card would uncover a secret Walter had hidden for five years.
A secret so shocking that even the woman he left me for had no idea it existed.
And when the truth finally came out, it would change everything.
