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

My husband’s parents had died when he was little, and his grandmother Eleanor, raised him in the creaky old house we eventually moved into.

That house smelled like lavender and wood polish and felt like a place where nothing shocking could happen.

And yet…

The night Eleanor died, she asked me to dig up something she’d buried under the old apple tree.

I didn’t ask questions, of course. I just nodded and helped her into bed.

She looked at me one last time, eyes glassy but fierce, and said: “You’ll understand one day, Layla. Just promise me you’ll look under the tree.”

I promised.

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