After the sudden death of my husband, I couldn’t find the courage to enter his garage. He had always firmly forbidden me from going in. However, when the time came to sell the house, I unlocked the door, and what I discovered hit me like a ton of bricks… 😲😲😲
Thomas passed away on a Thursday, his heart suddenly stopping, leaving a void in my life. In the days that followed, I wandered around the house, touching his belongings, his keys, the pages of his books, and that wedding portrait that had become a distant memory.
The garage, in our somewhat old neighborhood, had remained intact, like a forbidden zone. He often spoke about it casually, as if it only contained tools and dust. “Nothing interesting for you,” he would say with a smile.
But even after his departure, I respected that invisible boundary. The metal door had become a symbol of his intimacy, and I had never dared to cross that threshold, as if it were a separation between the world we shared and the one he was protecting.
However, grief made way for obligations. The house had to be sold, and the garage, with its aging facade, needed to be emptied. One morning, I found the key he had left among his things — a key he had never mentioned. My hands trembled as I held it.
I inserted it into the lock, and the door gave way. The air was heavy with tension. The neon lights illuminated a scene I had never imagined. What I saw froze me… 😲😲😲
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I walked slowly, my steps echoing on the cold concrete of the garage. What surrounded me defied everything I thought I knew about Thomas.
There were photos, papers carefully organized in cardboard boxes, objects that seemed to have been carefully selected and arranged, as if they were part of a living tableau of his secret life.
At the back of the room, a large metal shelf held labeled files, some with names I didn’t recognize.
And in the middle of it all, a wooden table was covered with carefully aligned papers, letters that seemed to emanate from another world.
A life I never imagined, a parallel existence, parallel to mine, a life he had hidden from me.
