I accidentally saw my daughter-in-law throw away the baby blanket I had knitted for my granddaughter.

Without thinking, I pulled it out of the trash—and at that very moment, I felt something hard hidden inside the fabric 😱🫣

I pulled the object out completely and understood at once what it was.

A small folding knife. Old. Worn. The hinge stiff, as if it hadn’t been opened in a long time.

The blade was tucked neatly inside, almost protected. Dark stains marked the metal—muted, not obvious, not fresh.

The kind that remain after someone has tried very hard to scrub them away.

I stood there for a long time, unmoving, the knife heavy in my palm.

Then the police report about my only son flooded back into my mind. “Accidental fall down the stairs.”

“Head trauma.” “No signs of a struggle.” Even then, something had bothered me.

There had been cuts on his hands—shallow slashes across his palms, like he had tried to grab onto something. I was told it was from the railing. That he slipped.

I believed them. Now everything made sense. The knife had been wrapped in a thin baby cloth, cut from the same blanket.

Someone had carefully hidden it inside and sewn the fabric shut again—knowing I would never tear apart something I had made for my granddaughter.

Someone was counting on the blanket being thrown away one day… along with the truth. I remembered that night.

The argument. The neighbors who heard shouting. My daughter-in-law’s calm explanation: my son was drunk, lost his balance, fell.

But my son didn’t drink. And the staircase in that house was too short for such a sudden death.

I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed, my hands shaking.

The knife wasn’t a murder weapon—not directly. It was a warning.

Or a desperate attempt to defend himself.

Now I understood why she had thrown the blanket away so violently. She wasn’t getting rid of an old keepsake.

She was destroying the last piece of evidence.

I placed the knife down carefully. Not back into the blanket—but into a bag.

Because now I knew the truth: My son didn’t fall. Someone pushed him.