When my father died, all he left me was a locked toolbox. Days later, my stepmother showed up and offered me $5,000 cash if I promised to throw it away. Why would she pay me to get rid of something she claimed was worthless?
I couldn’t shake the feeling that inside was a secret she feared. A few days after my father’s funeral, my stepmother showed up on my doorstep with that smile that always meant she was up to something. My mom had died when I was two.
April came into the picture when I was ten, and although she’d done all the right things over the years, we’d never really clicked. “Marla, honey,” she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Her gaze immediately locked onto the rusty blue toolbox near my front door.
Dad had left it to me in his will, and honestly, I couldn’t figure out why. “That rusty old thing is going to flake all over your carpet, Marla,” April said. “You should get rid of it.
I’ll even offer you $5000 to throw it away.”
$5000 for a beat-up toolbox? Alarm bells rang in my head. “Why would you do that?”
April shrugged.
“I feel bad that you didn’t get anything but that old toolbox. And it’s not like you’re going to use it.”
“Yeah, but Dad must’ve left it to me for a reason.”
“Come by tomorrow and pick out something else to keep as a memento,” April continued, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a thick envelope and held it out to me.
“I’ll give you the cash right now to get rid of it.”
I was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but even I could tell something was off. April seemed awfully keen for me to dump that toolbox, and I couldn’t imagine why. It was just a toolbox, right?
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