I went into the garage just to grab an old toolbox. Usually, it’s my husband who goes in there — he keeps it organized and knows where everything is. But me… I almost never go in. Still, that morning, for some reason, I felt like going inside. The light in the garage was dim, the lamp was flickering — it should’ve been replaced long ago. I walked along the wall and suddenly stopped. In the far corner, where the old cabinet with paint and random junk always stood, I noticed… something. At first,

I went into the garage just to grab an old toolbox. Usually, it’s my husband who goes in there — he keeps it organized and knows where everything is. But me… I almost never go in. Still, that morning, for some reason, I felt like going inside. The light in the garage was dim, the lamp was flickering — it should’ve been replaced long ago. I walked along the wall and suddenly stopped. In the far corner, where the old cabinet with paint and random junk always stood, I noticed… something. At first,