I Gave $2 to an Elderly Woman at the Store — the Next Day, a Note Appeared on My Locker at Work

“Please,” Hannah said gently. “We just want to help.”

Evelyn stood frozen, then stepped back slowly.

“Five minutes.”

Inside was tiny but spotless. In the corner sat a playpen with clean sheets.

Baby Rosie lay on a blanket, kicking her legs happily.

Evelyn lowered herself into a chair, wincing.

“We’re fine,” she said before we could speak.

“You don’t look fine,” I said.

Hannah knelt near Rosie and looked up at Evelyn. “When’s the last time you ate properly?”

Silence.

“What happened?” I asked. “How did you end up here with the baby?”

Something broke in Evelyn.

She sagged back.

“My daughter died 10 years ago. Cancer. My granddaughter, Madison, was all I had left.

She was 23, pregnant… and so excited about this baby.”

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