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

Jules felt a mixture of curiosity and sorrow. He had always admired Clara’s mysterious nature, but now, on the brink of her departure, he couldn’t help but wonder what secret she had been holding onto all these years.

“I’ll go get it right away,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “But first, let me call our children. They’ll want to be here with us.”

Clara nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. As Jules stepped out of the room to make the call, she lay back on her pillows, her mind drifting back to the past—their first meeting, their wedding day, the birth of their children, and all the beautiful moments they had shared over nearly a century together.

When Jules returned, their children and grandchildren began to arrive, filling the house with the warmth and love of family. Clara’s eyes sparkled with joy as she saw them gather around her, their faces filled with concern and love.