Then I went downstairs to speak with Vanessa.
But before I reached the living room, I heard voices coming from our bedroom.
Patricia was speaking.
“He’s home three days early. Did you move everything?”
Vanessa answered in a whisper.
“Not yet. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
“What if he finds the paperwork?”
“He won’t. Gabriel never checks those things.”
I stood motionless outside the door.
What paperwork?
And why were they worried about me finding it?
Part 4: What Was Hidden in My Wife’s Bedroom
I didn’t enter the room immediately.
Instead, I returned to the kitchen and waited until both women went downstairs.
Then I walked into my bedroom.
At first, everything looked normal.
The bed was made. The curtains were closed. Vanessa’s handbag rested on the dresser.
But something about their conversation bothered me.
I remembered that Vanessa had recently asked me to sign several documents while I was preparing for a long trip.
