While organizing my late husband’s office, I found a flash drive with a label that said: “Sarah, only if I die.” I plugged it into the computer. The video started: my husband, crying, saying, “Sarah… I… am not…” I lost my breath. Then I called my lawyer. Twenty-four hours later, I had evidence — and a plan.
The USB drive had been hiding behind three years of tax returns in Robert’s desk drawer, labeled in his careful…