I SAW A WEALTHY WOMAN LEAVE A BABY STROLLER BY THE DUMPSTER — MY LIFE WASN’T THE SAME AFTER I OPENED IT

I glanced down at Anne

“This can’t be happening. No way.”

I reached out to touch one of the bundles, my hand shook. The crisp bills felt unreal under my fingertips. I pulled my hand back like it burned me.

“What the hell is going on?” I muttered to myself, glancing around the alley. Was this some kind of setup? My heart pounded louder with every second.

Maybe there were cameras. Maybe someone was watching me right now, waiting for me to take the bait.

“Should I leave it? No, I can’t just walk away. I… I need this. Anne needs this.” I was practically talking to myself at this point, trying to reason through the flood of panic crashing over me.

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