“LOOK IN THE CEDAR HOPE CHEST. BOTTOM.”
Finding the False Bottom
The cedar hope chest had been in her bedroom for my entire life. I had always imagined it was just full of old moth-eaten blankets and linens—the kind of things you put away and forget about. When she passed, I was a young, busy, college-bound “know-it-all,” and the chest hadn’t crossed my mind.Continue reading…
