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

Then I took the storage key too.

“I just need to look,” I told myself. “I deserve that much.”

I returned the wallet to its place, packed his things, and went back to the hospital.

He was still unconscious.

I stood beside him, holding his hand, searching myself for guilt. Instead, I found resolve.

“I love you,” I whispered. “But I need the truth.”

After leaving, I entered the storage facility’s address into my phone instead of heading home.

The building sat at the edge of town — rows of metal doors under buzzing fluorescent lights.

I unlocked the unit.