That’s when something felt off.
I checked his mattress.
At first glance—normal.
Then I pressed my hand into it… and felt something hard inside.
Not a spring.
Something else.
The hidden box
I flipped the mattress over and noticed it.
A seam that didn’t belong.
The stitching was uneven. Different thread.
My heart started racing.
“Caleb… did you do this?”
He shook his head immediately.
“No, Mom.”
I knew he was telling the truth.
So I grabbed scissors.
And I cut it open.
Inside… was a metal box.
Heavy.
Cold.
Wrong.
I took it into my bedroom and locked the door.
My hands were shaking as I opened it.
Inside:
• documents
• two unfamiliar keys
• and a letter
My name was written on it.
In Daniel’s handwriting.
The letter
I didn’t want to open it.
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