I Went Into the Garage to Retrieve an Old Toolbox

That morning, I stepped into the garage with a simple purpose: to retrieve an old toolbox we rarely used. It was usually my husband’s space, a place filled with half-finished projects, stacked boxes, and forgotten items collected over the years. The garage itself felt quiet and overlooked, lit by a single bulb that flickered softly and revealed layers of dust on shelves and cabinets. I moved slowly, careful not to disturb anything, when something unusual in the far corner caught my attention. At first, I couldn’t quite understand what I was seeing. It blended into the shadows, almost hidden behind an old cabinet, as if it had been there for far longer than anyone realized.