So I did.
“That’s nonsense.”
Inside was a bunch of papers, a picture and a folded note.
The topsheet was a legal document, partially torn on one edge. I could see Lily's signature at the end, with her healing and careful lyrics.
Below was a bank statement. His name. An account I've never seen before. Deposits every two weeks, for almost two years, small at first, then larger.
The balance made me want to vomit.
I could see Lily's signature.
Where did that money come from?
The picture was worse. It was Lily sitting in front of a table, in front of an older man in a gray suit. A briefcase was open between them. She leaned forward, serious, listening to what he said. It seemed that the photo was made through a window.
The note was handwritten.
“She is preparing to officially end the relationship soon. You should know by now.”
