At my grandmother’s funeral, I saw my mother discreetly slip a package into the coffin. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I later retrieved it, I uncovered heartbreaking secrets that changed everything.
My grandmother Catherine wasn’t just family—she was my best friend, making me feel cherished in every way. Her sudden passing left me feeling untethered, and standing by her casket, memories of her warmth and kindness overwhelmed me.
While neighbors shared stories of her love and generosity, I noticed my mother, Victoria, acting strangely. She hadn’t shed a tear and seemed detached. Then, I caught her sneaking a package into the coffin before quickly walking away.
Confused and uneasy, I tried to brush it off as grief playing tricks on me. But deep down, I knew there was more to what I had just witnessed.
