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

“That’s not an answer.”

He closed his eyes. “I didn’t kill her.”

“I didn’t say you did. But something happened that made you run.”
He looked at me, fear visible in his eyes.

“It was an accident,” he whispered. “We were arguing. Elaine fell down the stairs. Neighbors heard us shouting. I found her at the bottom… not moving.”

My chest tightened. “And they suspected you.”

“They thought I might have done it,” he said quietly. “They questioned me for weeks. Picked apart everything. Every glance said the same thing — they didn’t believe me.”

“So you ran.”

“I collapsed,” he replied. “I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore. I felt her everywhere. Susan blamed me — and I don’t fault her for that.”