We Moved in to Care for My Husband’s Grandmother

Marissa Cole.

At the bottom of the chest was a single sealed envelope.

I opened it slowly.

Inside was a short handwritten note.

If you’re reading this, I’m gone.

Don’t let Karl bury this again.

He knows the truth. He always has.

— Carla

My hands were shaking so badly that I had to sit down on the grass.

If Karl already knew…

Then why had he never told me?

I didn’t know who else to turn to.

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I opened Facebook.

Under the announcement of Carla’s funeral service, I left a simple comment.

“Does anyone know someone named Marissa who might have been connected to Carla? I found letters addressed to Karl from her.”