Chapter 2: The Envelope With My Name On It
Part 2 ⬇️
My hands went cold.
"John begged you?" I whispered.
"John knew you?"
Carl looked away.
His jaw was tight.
He reached into his bag slowly and pulled out an envelope — old, worn at the edges, like it had been handled many times.
My name was on the front.
Written in John's handwriting.
"He gave me this two years ago," Carl said quietly.
"He made me promise to wait."
"Two years?" My voice cracked.
"You've known my husband for two years and never told me?"
Carl didn't answer.
He just stared at the envelope between us.
I reached for it.
He didn't stop me this time.
But before I could open it, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen — and his face went white.
He silenced it fast.
Too fast.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"No one."
"Carl."
He stood up, knocking his chair back.
His eyes were wet.
"There's something else," he said.
"Something that isn't in that letter.
Something I don't know how to say."
He looked at me the way someone looks at a person they're about to hurt.
"John didn't d*e alone that morning."
The café went quiet around me.
My ears were ringing.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"I was there.
I found him."
Carl shook his head slowly.
"No," he said.
"You found him after."
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What Carl revealed next — and what was inside that letter — left me unable to speak.
The truth about John's final morning was nothing like I believed.
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