Grandma Sells Her House But Keeps the Shed — Then the New Owners Look Inside

Walter’s stuff

“Olivia?” Jonah said softly. She flinched, then looked up, red-eyed but not angry—just tired. “You found it,” she whispered. Jonah scanned the room: Walter’s uniform, medals, journals, a workbench, and old boots. “This is all that’s left of him,” she said. “I couldn’t bring it to that small funeral home apartment. It wouldn’t fit.”