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

Hannah then gave me an address. A trailer park outside town.

“Don’t go alone,” she said. “Let’s go together.”

We drove there together after my shift, silence filling the car.

The trailer park sat behind bare trees, quiet in a way that felt forgotten. I knew before we even stopped that this wouldn’t be easy.

The trailer was small, steps uneven. A wind chime tapped softly near the door.

I knocked and waited. Every second stretched longer than the last.

The door opened a crack. Evelyn’s eyes widened when she saw me.

Fear flashed, then recognition.

“Caroline?”

“This is my daughter, Hannah. Can we talk?”

Evelyn looked at Hannah. Recognition flashed across her face.

“You’re from the clinic.”

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