After 31 Years of Marriage, I Discovered a Key to a Storage Unit with Its Number in My Husband’s Old Wallet – I Went There Without Telling Him

I searched the kitchen twice, then again, irritation sharpening into unease.

“Where did you leave them?” I muttered into the silence.

That’s when I remembered the spare keys.

I went to his side of the dresser — the infamous “junk drawer” he’d defended for years. Receipts. Loose coins. Tangled cords. I used to tease him about it.

“One day this drawer will swallow the house,” I’d say.

“At least I’ll know where everything is,” he’d reply with a grin.
That night, my hands trembled as I opened it.

Inside was a small, aged wallet — not his current one, but an old one.