The label showed:
Rachel Sloan — Bennett Family Trust
I watched Daniel open the door.
Sign.
Carry the envelope inside.
I remembered that package.
Rachel had asked me weeks later whether I received a preliminary trust disclosure.
I told her no.
She assumed it had been lost.
It hadn’t been lost.
Daniel had taken it.
I fast-forwarded.
Twenty-three minutes later, Daniel left the house.
The envelope was in his hand.
Opened.
He stood beside his car photographing pages with his phone.
I stared at the screen.
There it was.
No mysterious military leak.
No sophisticated hacking.
No shadow conspiracy.
My husband simply opened mail addressed to me.
Then photographed confidential financial documents.
Rachel watched the recording twice.
“I can work with this.”
I almost smiled.
“That’s the happiest I’ve seen you all day.”
“I enjoy evidence.”
“So do I.”
The next recording hurt more.
Lauren arrived that night.
