Inside the bundle, I found a small, weathered notebook and a flash drive. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to understand why he had hidden these objects so carefully. My mind raced with possibilities—was this a secret he had kept from me? Or something he wanted me to find one day?
The notebook was filled with his familiar handwriting, pages upon pages of notes, thoughts, and what appeared to be a journal of sorts. As I flipped through the pages, I realized it chronicled a part of his life that I knew nothing about. There were sketches and codes, plans that seemed intricate and meticulous. Each page was dated, spanning years before we even met.
The flash drive was next. I fumbled with my laptop, desperate to uncover its secrets. As the files loaded, I was confronted with folders filled with documents, photos, and videos. It was overwhelming and I couldn’t process it all at once, but one thing was clear—my husband had been involved in something far beyond the ordinary life we shared.
