At 98 years old, this woman is on her deathbed. She makes one last confidence to her 95-year-old husband, collapsed by grief: – Jules, my old Jules, before closing my eyes, I would like to reveal a secret to you: you are going to go to the attic, on the third beam at the back left you

At 98 years old, Clara lay in her bed, her frail hands clasped around Jules’s wrinkled fingers. The dim light of the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the walls of their bedroom. Jules, three years her junior, sat beside her, his eyes filled with tears, knowing that the end was near for his beloved wife.

“Jules, my dear Jules,” Clara whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Before I leave this world, there’s something I must tell you—a secret that I’ve kept for nearly our entire life together.”

Jules looked at her, his heart heavy with anticipation. “What is it, my love?” he asked softly, his voice cracking.

“You must go to the attic,” Clara continued, her eyes searching his. “On the third beam at the back left, you’ll find a small wooden box. Inside that box is something that I’ve wanted to share with you for a long time.”