I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “What did you bury?” I asked, my voice shaking.

My husband, looking sheepish, finally spoke. “It’s not what you think. It’s… a time capsule,” he admitted, not meeting my eyes.

“A time capsule?” I repeated, incredulous. “You two made a time capsule together?”

Janet nodded, her expression softening. “We were still married back then, and we thought it would be fun to bury something and come back to it in the future. We were young, hopeful, and thought we’d be together forever.”

I stared at the half-dug hole, my mind reeling. All those years, and he’d never mentioned this? The fact that Janet was standing here, digging it up, felt like a punch in the gut.