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She opened the envelope. Inside was a single photograph: the burner phone from his nightstand, screen lit up with a text to a number she’d traced. “Miss you. Saturday? She won’t know.”

Lisa held up the third document.

She opened the envelope. Inside was a single photograph: the burner phone from his nightstand, screen lit up with a text to a number she’d traced. “Miss you. Saturday? She won’t know.”

Lisa held up the third document.