My husband died, leaving me with six children — then I found a box he had hidden in our son’s mattress

The next morning, he appeared at my door, looking pale.

“Mom, I can’t sleep in my bed. It hurts when I lie down.”

That made me think.

I went into his room. The mattress looked to be in good condition. The bed frame was intact. The slats were solid.

“It might be the bed frame,” I murmured.

Caleb was looking at me, uncertain.

I placed my hand on the mattress. At first, everything seemed normal. Then, near the center, under the padding, I felt something firm and rectangular.

I turned the mattress over.

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