The next morning, the cold was even sharper. The kind that makes the air sting your lungs and turns every breath into a white cloud. I was sipping my coffee, staring at the clean driveway the boys had carved out of the snow, when I noticed something unusual.
It was wedged between my storm door and the frame—slightly crumpled, the corner damp from frost. My name was written on it in shaky handwriting.It broke something inside me—not because of the money, but because of what it represented. Pride. Responsibility. The kind of honesty the world pretends doesn’t exist anymore.I threw on my coat and headed outside. The snow crunched under my boots. I didn’t know where they lived, but the auto parts store was my best guess.
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