I met Elias when I was 39 and he was 52. He was the most caring man I’d ever known. We married after a year, and for a while, life was perfect. Then he was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

For two years, I cared for him through his suffering. His children, Jordan and Maya, rarely visited. “We can’t bear to see Dad like this,” they said. I stayed—because I loved him and wanted him to feel it every day.

Cruel Goodbye

After Elias died, his children showed up the very next day. “Dad left the house to us and we are selling it,” they said coldly. I had until the end of the week to leave. Days later, I stood outside the home I once shared with Elias, alone and uncertain about my future.

A Message from Beyond

Just then, I received a text from an unknown number: “Examine the Fremont storage unit. Locker 112. Elias desired for you to possess it.” Unsure if it was real, I still decided to go.

At the storage unit, the manager handed me a key. “Locker 112 is yours now,” he said. Inside were boxes, a wooden chest, and letters from Elias. He had foreseen his children’s greed.

A New Beginning

He left me jewelry, letters expressing his love, and deeds to three vacation homes—all in my name. In the chest was a purple pouch containing “the largest diamond ring I’ve ever seen.”

Eventually, I moved to one of the vacation homes in the Colorado mountains. I began to heal and find peace.

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