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 timestamp read 12:47 A.M.

Three weeks earlier.

Thomas appeared near the side entrance.

He wore his dark coat.

The one I had bought him for our last anniversary.

He moved slowly.

Almost cautiously.

My throat tightened.

I hadn't realized how fragile he had become.

Then another person entered the frame.

A man.

Tall.

Wearing a baseball cap.

I leaned closer.

"Is that Raymond?"

Nathan shook his head.

"Watch."

The man turned slightly toward the camera.

I couldn't see his full face.

But something about his posture seemed familiar.

He placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder.

Thomas appeared to pull away.

Then both men entered the building.

The footage skipped forward.

At 1:36 A.M., the unknown man emerged alone.

He carried a small briefcase.

I frowned.

"Where's Thomas?"

Nathan clicked another file.

At 2:14 A.M., Thomas appeared again.

Alone.

He was gripping the wall.

He stumbled toward his car.

Then paused beside the driver's door.