On Our Wedding Night, My Husband Opened a Locked Drawer—and What He Revealed Made Me Question Everything

Nathan stood a few steps away. Not rushing. Not reaching.

Just… waiting.

“Did you write letters for them too?” I asked.

“Your wives… before?”

“Yes.”

“After they were gone?”

“Yes, Mattie.”

I swallowed hard.

“So, I’m next?”

“Come with me,” he said.

I hesitated.

“If you still want to leave after… I won’t stop you, Mattie.”

That mattered more than I expected.

So I went.

We drove in silence.

Not for comfort—but because I needed to understand.

We stopped at a cemetery.

Nathan walked ahead. I followed.