After 31 Years of Marriage, I Discovered a Key to a Storage Unit with Its Number in My Husband’s Old Wallet – I Went There Without Telling Him

Silence swallowed the room.

“You shouldn’t have,” he said.

“It’s done,” I replied. “So explain.”

He glanced toward the door like he wished someone would interrupt.

“That was private,” he said faintly.

“I’m your wife,” I said. “At least I thought I was.”

He turned away.

I waited.

“Her name was Elaine,” I said. “She was your wife. She died. And you disappeared.”

His shoulders slumped.

“I hoped you’d never find that wallet.”