I did not mean to find it.That was the worst part.

I had gone back into the folder because something in me refused to let it rest. The documents from before had already cracked something open inside my chest. Names. Dates. Payments that never should have existed. But there was a thickness to the folder that had not been there before. A weight that made my fingers pause.

Blake stood near the desk in my body, arms folded, watching me with that careful stillness he had learned recently. He did not ...