Grandmother Captures Last Photo Of
It was a breezy afternoon when I spotted a massive truck parked nearby—sleek design, big wheels—and snapped a quick photo beside it. I sent it to my husband, thinking it was a harmless moment to share.
His reply was unexpected: “Whose truck is that?”
I shrugged, replying, “Just a random one I saw.”
Then came another message, more pointed: “Check the suspension. There’s a tag on it.”
Zooming in, I noticed a small engraved design and metallic tag I’d missed before. After researching, my husband discovered the custom suspension belonged to a shop owned by my ex-boyfriend, sparking doubts that disrupted our trust.
