After 65 Years Together, I Finally Opened My Husband’s Locked Drawer—What I Discovered Changed Everything

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

He arrived with coffee, calm as always. I told him everything.

He let out a slow breath. “Well… I guess we know what Dad was really doing when he said he was running errands.”

I managed a small, broken laugh. “Yeah.”

He picked up an envelope. “Do we have an address?”

“A few. Some might be outdated.”

“Then we start with the newest one.”