For my wedding, my grandma gifted me her old, torn sofa. My husband didn’t want it in our “modern home.” 11 years later, we divorced.I moved out and sent the sofa to be fixed.When the repair guy saw it, he turned pale. He said the sofa was very old and worn down and would need a lot of work. I told him I wasn’t in a rush—he could take his time.The next day,
the repair guy called, panicked: “Come fast!” I froze when I saw stacks of money and a few gold coins hidden inside the sofa. Along with them was a letter from Grandma. It read: “These are for you in your dark days. I know you’ll find them when you’re destined to.”Turns out,
