When I got home, I packed up my personal belongings and came across the old love letters, along with every expensive gift he'd ever given me.
I sorted through all of it, then burned every last letter. The luxury gifts I sold off, down to the final piece.
The money went to a disability charity in Aunt Harriet's name. A small comfort for her spirit, wherever she was.
That evening, before the family gathering, I wasn't feeling well. When I stepped into the bathroom, I noticed bloodstained tissue in the trash. Someone was on her period.
Instinct told me something was off. I crept downstairs and rifled through Agatha's things until I found her prenatal report. Sure enough, same old trick. The report was forged.
I tucked myself into a corner and watched. Agatha slipped into the bathroom with a bottle of painkillers, thinking no one saw her.
I texted Joseph immediately. Five minutes later, he sent me Agatha's real medical report.
Night fell, and the family gathering was in full swing. The house had been decorated like a fairytale castle. Agatha was dolled up to perfection, but no amount of makeup could hide the exhaustion written across her face.