We Moved In with My Husband’s Grandmother to Care for Her – Before She Died, She Told Me About a Buried Chest That Would Reveal the Truth About Him

“No, she protected herself. You were hers, and she made sure no one else got in.”

“Honey, she isolated you.

Maybe you can’t see it right now… but I think it’s horrible, how she kept Marissa away, even after she tried to make things right in her letters.”

We stood frozen, the years of trust unraveling between us.

Then I said the one thing I’d been circling all day. “I think you don’t want to forgive her because it would mean your whole life was built on someone else’s pain.”

My husband stared at me as I’d slapped him.

But before he could respond, my cousin Dana walked in through the side door, holding our daughter’s backpack.

“Amelia is on her way in,” she explained. “She said she needs to pet the dog first. Am I…

is everything okay in here?”

“No,” I said, without breaking eye contact. “But it will be.”

Caleb’s hand clenched at his side.

“If you walk out with that file, Layla, don’t come back. I won’t have anyone throw mud on Eleanor’s name.

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