She always told me to not open the box until she was gone. That what she had inside was only for me, and only once she was gone.
Although I swore to abide by this, she still would check and test me every so often. I'd find wrappers from Invisible light tracking powders or discrete motion sensing video cameras occasionally, and she'd rush into the basement if she thought I was down there.
But I never opened it, until she passed and I got the lock code in the will.
What was inside?
That's just for me, you not listen?
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