“Yes, honey,” I answered, keeping my eye on the screen.
“Are you mad at Daddy?” she asked innocently.
“I don’t know yet,” I admitted, clicking through more files.
Then I found the comprehensive life insurance documents. He had carefully protected guaranteed money for Sadie, the new baby, and me.
“Are you still mad?” Sadie asked softly, resting her chin on my knee.
“Yes,” I told her, stroking her soft hair.
“At Daddy?” she queried.
“I think so,” I confessed gently.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because he should have told me what he was doing,” I explained carefully.
“Can you ask him?” Sadie suggested innocently.
My hand froze on the computer mouse. “No, baby, I can’t.”
“Oh,” she said quietly, turning back to her toys.
Then I found his saved digital maps. The exact same physical address appeared repeatedly in his history, located roughly forty minutes away in the nearby suburban town of Oakridge.
