Chris blinked in surprise as the papers scattered around him, his expression shifting from snugness to confusion. He glanced down at the documents, then back up at me, his eyes widening with realization. “Linda, what is this?” His voice trembled slightly, almost beyond notice, but I did catch it. He was trying to maintain his facade. I stood tall, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and frustration. “It’s the truth, Chris. The truth you have been avoiding. The truth about the gold and everything else.” He scrambled to pick up the papers, his hands shaking a bit as he sorted through them. His lips moved silently as he read, absorbing the contents of the folder. His face paled, and I could see the color drain from his cheeks. “You knew about this?” He finally managed to choke out, his voice strained. I nodded, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. “Yes, Chris, of course, I knew. And I have been trying to get you to tell me the truth, but you kept lying to me.” He loo
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