While Dressing My Late Husband for His Funeral, I Found Coordinates Hidden under His Hairline

I briefly considered telling him what I had witnessed.

I sat staring at the casseroles on the counter that evening in my very quiet house.

I carefully entered the digits into my GPS software after seeing the picture on my phone.

After blinking, the map loaded.

Twenty-three minutes away, a red pin fell.

I looked at the screen while zooming in.

It served as a storage facility.

Twenty-three minutes away, a red pin fell.

I gave a headshake.

There is no way this could be taking place. Thomas had no secrets! He was the kind of person who had a system for his sock drawer and stored receipts in designated folders. For crying out loud, he notified me when he purchased new underwear!

One of my favorite things about him was that you could always tell where you stood with Thomas.

I fixed my gaze on the map’s red pin.

However, it seems that you didn’t.

There is no way this could be taking place.

That night, I didn’t sleep.

Rather, I looked for that storage unit’s key.