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I snatched the black handbag from his hands and opened it.
Inside were bundles of cash, a pink ribbon, and a photograph of a little girl.
On the back of the photograph, someone had written:
“To my dear Daddy. Please don’t leave me alone again this time.”
I stared at my husband in horror.
“John, whose child is this? Have you been
hiding a second family from me?”
He lowered his head and whispered.
“Mary, I’ve done something for that child that you were never supposed to find out about.”
At that moment, an older woman appeared in the hallway.
She saw the bag in my hands and then looked at John.
“Are you his wife? Oh my God, so you really don’t know anything.”
“What am I supposed to know?” I shouted.
The woman introduced herself. Her name was Susan, and she was the director of the children’s rehabilitation center operating in that building.
“Three months ago, your husband came here to repair our old heating system,” she began. “That day, he met an eight-year-old girl named Lily.”
It turned out that Lily was seriously ill. Her mother had died, and her father had abandoned the family.
She was being raised by her elderly grandmother, but because of her
illness, she had been forced to spend months at the rehabilitation center.
