I Helped a Young Mom with Her Baby in a Grocery Store – Three Days Later, a Large Black SUV Was Parked Right Outside My House

“Yes.”

“I can’t take that,” I blurted. “That’s… I just held her baby.”

“If you refuse,” he said calmly, “I’ll send the car to your home, titled in your name. Humor an old man, Ms.

Lena.”

Images flashed in my head: my dying minivan, overdue bills, email subject lines about college from Mia’s school, Jordan talking about tech programs like they were a dream.

“You said anything,” I said quietly. “If I have to choose… I’d take the money. My kids will be applying to college soon.

That would help them more than a car.”

He nodded, satisfied.

“Then money it is,” he said. “We’ll arrange everything today.”

My hands shook.

“How did you even find me?” I asked. “I didn’t give her my last name.”

He gave a small, wry smile.

“I have connections,” he said.

“We traced the 911 call. You gave your name and address. The rest was simple.”

I winced.

“That’s a little creepy,” I admitted.

“We meant no harm,” he said.

“We simply refused to let your kindness vanish.”

Footsteps sounded behind me.

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