Leo waited.
“Are you the person I married yesterday?”
His face softened.
“Of course. Yes. Always, my love.”
I took a shaky breath.
“Then whatever’s in here, we will deal with it together.”
Leo nodded.
His eyes were already filling with tears.
I couldn’t tell whether they came from relief, grief, or something in between.
Then I opened the envelope.
Papers slid into my lap.
Bank statements.
A small blue savings passbook.
And another envelope, folded and still sealed.
I stared at the papers.
Then I looked at Leo.
“What is this?”
For a moment, he wouldn’t meet my eyes.
He rubbed the back of his neck—the same thing he always did whenever he felt caught.
“It’s ours,” he said.
I looked down at the numbers.
