Emma stood there, crying.
And clutched against her chest was Mark’s leather briefcase.
“Emma, where did you get THAT?”
She shook her head.
“Don’t ask how I got it. You need to see what he hides in here… and why he
never stays past 8:00.”
She put the briefcase on the table and opened it.
Mom looked inside.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh my God…”
Then Emma wiped her tears and whispered,
“Grandma, that’s not even the worst part. I saw who he takes this to.”
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Inside the briefcase were dozens of children’s drawings, several small stuffed animals, envelopes filled with handwritten notes, and a thick stack of hospital visitor badges.
Mom stared at everything without saying a word.
