For three months, every night when I slept next to my husband, I smelled a strange, nauseating odor…

Values of Money.

and company names.

It’s like a record of secret transactions.

Suddenly, my heart pounded.

“Oh my God… “What is Michael doing?”

But as I continued to read, I noticed something different.

At the end of each page, there is a small mark.

It is a symbol.

It is a simple cross.

I don’t understand.

When I opened the next envelope, I saw a few pictures.

Children’s Pictures.

Skinny kids, dressed in old clothes.

There are a few pictures of a small building.

It is a school.

On the back of the picture, it reads:

“San Pedro Community School – Cebu.”

My brow furrowed.

I’m getting more and more confused.

I opened another envelope next.

Inside was a letter.

The handwriting is familiar.

Kay Miguel.

I took a deep breath.

And then I started reading.

“Ana,

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