My MIL Tossed My Late Son’s Clothes in the Dumpster, but I Revealed an Even Worse Secret of Hers in Front of Everyone
Two years have passed since the narrator lost her beloved son, Caleb—a grief that time has softened but not erased. Each day, she wakes with the ache of his absence, but also with the quiet comfort of his presence, preserved in the small, meaningful belongings stored in a cedar chest at the foot of her…