The next morning, everything changed.
Sharp knocks rattled the door. My heart lurched—I thought it was the landlord again. But when I opened it, I froze.
On the doormat sat a large cardboard box, neatly sealed and tied with twine. On top lay a folded note.
The hallway was empty—no footsteps, no retreating figure, only silence.
I picked up the note. In shaky handwriting, it read:
For the angel who helped me when I had nothing. May this help you and your little one more than you know. With all my gratitude – Thomas (and Buddy).
