t had settled between them. She slipped out of bed and began her day, her mind racing with thoughts of how to uncover

w, all is calm." But the calm was short-lived. As she hit send, she noticed a piece of paper on the counter that hadn't been there before. It was a receipt from a storage unit facility on the

der what could be hidden in that storage unit. Was it documents, evidence, or something more sinister? When her husband finally emerged from the bedroom, she played it cool, not mentioning the receipt. "Good morning," she said, smiling. "I'm going out to run some errands. I'll be back later." He nodded, still half asleep. "

ng a deep breath, she decided to proceed with caution. She began to examine the unit's lock and surrounding area, searching for any signs of recent activity. As she inspected the unit, she noticed that the lock see

g for unit 217. I think I might have gotten the number wrong." The employee nodded. "You're close. Unit 217 is just down that way. Let me show you." He led her to the correct unit, and she pretended to search for her key. As they walked back to the main office, she casually asked, "Do you remember anyone renting unit 214 rec

peek inside the unit. On her way back home, she stopped at the grocery store and bought

ed down the hours, her mind fixated on what secrets the storage unit might hold. As night fell, she returned to the facility, parking her

tacked high, labeled in her husband's handwriting, seemed to stare back at her. She stepped forward, her eyes scanning the labels: "Financial Records," "Property Deeds," "Personal Correspondence." The boxes were meticulously organized, but it was the one labeled "Alexander" that caught her attention. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered what could be inside. Slowly, she reached out to touch it, her heart pounding in anticipation. Her hand hovered over the box, hesitati