“I saw my daughter-in-law throw my granddaughter’s baby blanket in the bin.

I saw my daughter-in-law throw away my granddaughter’s baby blanket… What I discovered inside chilled me to the bone.
I will never forget that moment. I saw my daughter-in-law throw my granddaughter’s baby blanket in the trash, as if it were worthless. This simple, seemingly innocuous act triggered a chain of events that would shatter my life and reveal a terrifying truth.

I knitted that blanket myself. Every stitch carried the love I had for my son, Matthew, and for the child he loved like his own daughter. I couldn’t let it disappear like that.

I retrieved it from the dumpster and brought it home. As I spread it out on my bed, I felt something strange: a hard shape, sewn inside the fabric. My heart raced.

Using scissors, I opened the seam. Inside was an old mobile phone.

What was on that phone would reveal that my son’s death was not an accident… and that the woman raising his daughter was hiding a monstrous secret.
My name is Elellanena, and I was 69 years old when I discovered the truth. My son Matthew died at 32, supposedly after a fall down the stairs. His wife, Ashley, had called me in tears. At the hospital, a doctor told me that my son hadn’t survived.

I believed it was an accident. I wanted to believe it.