Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.

Facts rarely deliver themselves. What is comfortable stays in place unless somebody goes looking, asks the awkward question, opens the drawer, checks the number nobody wanted checked. Most of what stays hidden is hidden by ordinary inertia rather than conspiracy, which is why the searching matters more than the suspicion.

There is usually one area where you have declined to look: an account, a symptom, a conversation you keep almost having. Note which came to mind first, and give it fifteen honest minutes. Whatever turns up will be more workable than the vagueness was.