Men Who Fixed My Roof Stole My Late Husband’s Hidden Stash—But They Didn’t See This Coming

The next morning, Joseph stayed behind after the others left. Shaking, he handed me the box and confessed everything. He could’ve disappeared with it—but he didn’t.

I told him the truth: I knew the box was there. I’d left it untouched, wanting to see what kind of people the world still held. Joseph had passed a test he never knew he was taking.

When the others returned, I confronted them. The police arrived minutes later.

I have no children, no heirs. So I made a choice.

Joseph didn’t just fix my roof—he gave me back faith. And in return, I gave him a home, a future… and a grandmother.