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

Ten minutes later, a message landed in my inbox.

It was from one of Eleanor’s neighbors, Janice.

“Marissa is still local, hon. You need to talk to her.

I’ll attach her address here.”

An hour later, after I’d made dinner for my daughters, another message popped into my inbox. That time it was from another neighbor named Sally.

“Marissa is Caleb’s mother. I worked at the post office in town.

We used to see Eleanor pick up the returned mail up herself. She never let it go through.”

That evening, Caleb came home from his trip early. He set down his bag, looked at my dirt-stained T-shirt, and then glanced toward the garden.

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