“I know what your husband did,” Marcus yelled through the wood.

“He took something that belongs to me.”

“He stole a package from the workshop, Kiera.”

“A very valuable package.”

“If you don’t open this door, I’m coming in to get it myself.”

I stood up quickly, my knees trembling under my weight.

I held the deeds, the ledger, and the photograph pressed against my chest.

The living room window rattled as Marcus banged his fist against the frame.

“He stole from me, Kiera!” Marcus shouted.

“And he is not here to protect you tonight.”

I looked down at the open box on the floor.

I looked at the photograph of my husband and the strange woman in the yellow dress.

My world was cracking open, piece by piece.

The front door lock gave a loud, dry crack as the wood began to splinter.

I scrambled to hide the papers back in the wall cavity.

My hands were shaking too hard to align them properly.

The ledger slipped from my fingers and hit the floorboards with a loud thud.

“I’m giving you five seconds,” Marcus called out.