Chloe walked inside.
She was crying.
And she was holding Richard’s leather briefcase.
Mom stood immediately.
“Chloe?”
“Where did you get that?”
My daughter shook her head.
“Don’t ask how.”
“You need to see what he hides inside.”
The room became silent.
Chloe placed the briefcase on the table.
Her hands were shaking.
Mom slowly opened it.
Inside were documents.
Photographs.
Letters.
And a small notebook.
Mom covered her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
I stepped closer.
“What is it?”
Chloe wiped her tears.
“That is not even the worst part.”
She looked at Grandma.
“I saw who he takes this to.”
Nobody spoke.
Because whatever Richard had been hiding…
It was bigger than leaving dinner early.
