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.
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