Man Inherits Uncle’s Truck, Then His Aunt Tells Him This

Stuff underneath

Mark squinted into the open cavity. “What the hell is that?” he muttered. Dozens—maybe hundreds—of small boxes sat neatly stacked under the truck bed. Each was perfectly aligned, sealed tight, and dust-covered. Mark blinked, trying to process the scene. These weren’t car parts. These were boxes. Hidden. Intentional. His gut told him this was the reason the truck felt off.