There were boxes everywhere. Dust covered the shelves. Old bikes leaned against the wall.
I searched for nearly 20 minutes before spotting a small blue suitcase shoved behind an old filing cabinet near the back wall. Dust and cobwebs covered it.
My pulse started pounding immediately.
I dragged it into the middle of the garage, brushed off the dust, and barely managed to open the locks with shaky hands.
I hadn’t had the strength to clean it.
Inside were printed screenshots of conversations between Sarah and another man!
At first glance, it looked exactly like an emotional affair.
Flirty messages.
Late-night conversations.
Plans to meet privately.
My stomach twisted violently.
Months earlier, we’d nearly split up after anonymous screenshots appeared in my inbox, showing Sarah supposedly talking to another man online.
