Don’t bring your mother into that bedroom.”
I looked at Mom. She had gone completely white. “We have to go home,” she said. “Right now.” During the drive, neither parent would explain. My father finally whispered, “They found it?” Mom nodded. “After thirty-one years.” I realized they had been hiding something beneath that mattress for longer than I had been alive.When we arrived, I entered the bedroom alone. The mattress had been lifted, exposing the box spring. Across it were hundreds of letters, photographs, drawings, and small childhood objects.
