I Returned a Lost Diamond Ring at the Supermarket. The Next Day, a Man in a Black Mercedes Knocked on My Door

The money fixed the van. Repaired the roof. Filled the fridge without fear. It gave us room to breathe.

That Friday night, we ordered pizza. Lily declared it the best night of her life. We made a jar for future dreams.

“Are we rich?” Max asked.

“Not rich,” I said. “But safe.”

I pulled them close, feeling the weight of the past and the hope of what lay ahead.

Sometimes doing the right thing feels small in the moment.

Sometimes it changes everything.