My mother-in-law went mad, I’m sure of it. After my wife passed away, my son and I struggled to make ends meet, especially with my illness hindering my ability to work. My mother-in-law was wealthy, yet never lent a hand. When she died, I hoped for some inheritance for my son. But all she left was a tattered old couch. It felt like a cruel joke, until my son sat on it and screamed, “Dad, there’s something inside!” I thought it was a spring, but felt something large and hard. Cutting open the couch, I was shocked at what was hidden inside… I turned pale, realizing what we had stumbled upon.

It had been a bleak period since Emily passed. Every day was a struggle, not just emotionally but financially as well. My illness made it nearly impossible to hold a steady job, and the bills kept piling up. My mother-in-law, Gertrude, had always been a distant and cold woman. Despite her wealth, she never offered us any assistance, not even after her daughter’s untimely death. When we learned of her passing, I harbored a faint hope that she might have left something behind for her grandson, at least.

The day after her funeral, we received a delivery. It was the old, worn-out couch from her living room, the one she had insisted on keeping despite its shabby state. It was a puzzling and disappointing inheritance, to say the least. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger and despair. Was this some kind of sick joke? Why would she leave us a piece of junk instead of the financial help we desperately needed?

My son, Timmy, seemed curious about the couch. He had always been a bright and inquisitive child, traits that had helped us navigate through our toughest days. “Dad, can I sit on it?” he asked. I nodded, too lost in my own thoughts to really pay attention. A few minutes later, a loud scream jolted me out of my reverie.

“Dad, there’s something inside!”

I rushed over, thinking he had hurt himself on a broken spring. But when I reached the couch, I felt something hard and unyielding beneath the fabric. My heart pounded in my chest as I fetched a pair of scissors and carefully cut open the upholstery.

Inside, we found several large bundles wrapped in old cloth. My hands trembled as I unwrapped the first bundle, revealing stacks of cash. There were thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands of dollars, neatly packed and hidden away. Alongside the money were several small, ornate boxes filled with jewelry—diamonds, emeralds, and gold pieces that glittered even in the dim light of our small apartment.

I turned pale, realizing the magnitude of what we had stumbled upon. It wasn’t just money and jewelry; it was a lifeline, a way out of the crushing financial despair that had loomed over us for so long. But mixed with the relief was a sense of confusion and betrayal. Why had Gertrude hidden this fortune in such a bizarre manner? Why had she never mentioned it or offered it when we needed it most?

As I sifted through the treasures, a letter fell out from one of the cloth bundles. It was addressed to me in Gertrude’s familiar, elegant handwriting. With shaking hands, I opened it and began to read:

“Dear Robert,

If you are reading this, then I am no longer in this world. I know I was not the most generous or loving mother-in-law, and for that, I am deeply sorry. My wealth was a source of pride for me, and I feared that sharing it would make me vulnerable, would make me less in control. But I loved my daughter deeply, and I love my grandson. This money is for you and Timmy, to ensure that you both can live comfortably and that Timmy can have the future Emily dreamed of for him.

Please forgive me for my coldness and accept this as my way of making amends. Use it wisely, and know that I am watching over you both.

With regret and love,

Tears blurred my vision as I finished reading the letter. Gertrude’s actions had been misguided, but in her own way, she had tried to make things right. The wealth hidden in that old couch was more than just money—it was a second chance, a means to rebuild our lives and secure Timmy’s future.

As we sat together, surrounded by the unexpected fortune, I hugged Timmy tightly. “We’re going to be okay, son,” I whispered. “We’re going to be just fine.”