I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request

Emma ran over and grabbed my leg. “Mom?

Who is it?”

“No idea,” I said. “Stay here.”

I opened the door a crack, ready to tell off a landlord or apologize to a neighbor.

Instead, I saw Ethan.

Still in his grocery polo. Holding a plain white envelope.

“Lily?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Everything okay?”

He looked… tense. Sad.

“I’m Ethan,” he said, like I might not recognize him. “From the store.”

“I remember,” I said.

“Did I leave something there?”

He shook his head and held up the envelope.

“I’m here because of Mrs. Hargrove,” he said. “She asked me to find you.”

My heartbeat kicked up.

“The older woman from the other day?” I asked.

“Is she… okay?”

He exhaled slowly.

“She passed away,” he said. “Yesterday.”

The hallway blurred for a second.

“Oh,” I whispered. “Oh my God.

I’m… so sorry.”

“She’d been getting weaker for a while. She was in the store when she collapsed.”

He lifted the envelope a little.

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