I Paid for a Toddler’s Insulin After His Mom’s Card Was Declined – Two Days Later, a Rough-Looking Guy Showed Up at My Door with a Threat

feels real now. It’s over.”

Later that week, we met again in the parking lot outside the girls’ school. She handed me an envelope with $300 inside.

“You really don’t have to do this,” I told her, tucking it into my jacket.

“I do,” she said, smiling.

“I need to.”

My girls spotted me and ran toward us. Ava was still in her leotard from gymnastics, and Nova’s hands were stained with green paint from art class.

“Is that the baby you helped, Daddy?” Ava asked, smiling at Matthew, who was happily in his mom’s arms.

“Is he going to be our friend now? Or maybe a cousin?

Or a brother?” Nova asked, tugging at my sleeve.

Matthew looked up from his dinosaur, grinned, and waved like they were already best friends.

“They’re adorable,” Tessa said, smiling softly.

“That’s generous,” I said. “They’re mostly glitter and chaos.”

That weekend turned into a pizza date with all the kids. Then a park trip.

Then movie nights.

And eventually, almost a year later, Tessa’s toothbrush showed up in the bathroom like it belonged there.

Fast forward two years.

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