
07/23/2025
A nurse had shown her in with a polite smile and a clipboard. “You’ll settle in just fine, Mrs. Walker. Dinner is at five, and the other residents usually play cards afterward in the lounge.” She hadn’t waited for a reply before closing the door behind her.
Margaret hadn’t unpacked.
Instead, she reached into the side pocket of her suitcase and pulled out a small, wrapped parcel. It was no bigger than a jewelry box, the paper yellowed with age, tied tightly with a ribbon that looked like it had been knotted decades ago. Her fingers traced its edges, familiar and worn smooth by time. She didn’t open it—yet. But she pressed it gently to her chest.
They thought she was just an old woman. A burden. A faded photograph in their busy lives. But they didn’t know everything.
Not about the money.
Not about the war.
Not about what she buried beneath the rose bushes two summers ago. 😲👇