Part 2: My millionaire husband left me nothing in his will after 48 years of marriage except a note with an address — when I arrived there, what I saw made me fall to my knees.

"The night before he died."

I froze.

"That's impossible."

"Why?"

"Because Thomas told me he was going to bed early. He said he wasn't feeling well."

Nathan went silent.

I gripped the phone tighter.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying my father was at the store after midnight."

I stared at the darkness outside.

"And he wasn't alone."

***

The next morning, Nathan arrived at my house carrying a laptop and a small black case.

He looked exhausted.

I invited him into the kitchen.

For a moment, I almost asked whether he wanted coffee the way Thomas liked it.

Then I stopped myself.

Nathan noticed.

He smiled sadly.

"Black, please."

I stared at him.

Thomas drank his coffee black.

No sugar.

No cream.

Forty-six years of hidden history seemed to sit between us at the kitchen table.

I poured his coffee.

Then sat down.

"Show me."

Nathan opened his laptop.

The screen displayed grainy security footage from outside the old store.