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 hands shook. I lifted a bundle of letters — all unopened.

And all addressed to Caleb from someone named Marissa. Each one was stamped the same: “Return to sender.”

I also found a photo of Eleanor, decades younger, holding a toddler. Finally, there was an envelope.

“If you’re reading this, I’m gone.

Don’t let him bury this again. He knows. He’s always known.

— Eleanor.”

My hands shook.

I didn’t know who to turn to. Caleb was gone. Eleanor was gone.

I couldn’t call anyone in his family, because maybe… maybe this was the whole family. Maybe there was more I wasn’t meant to know.

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