The trio spent a sleepless night staring at the ceiling. They could keep it—legally, they bought the couch. The money was theirs. Но every time they closed their eyes, they thought of the name on that slip. The next morning, they made a choice. They contacted the donation center and tracked down the address of the person who had donated the pea-green sofa.
The address led them to a quiet, slightly overgrown house on the outskirts of town. The siding was faded, and the garden had been reclaimed by wildflowers. It was the kind of house that whispered stories of a long, quiet life.
An elderly woman opened the door. She looked at the three students with confusion, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the doorframe. She lived alone, the silence of the house suggesting a history of solitude.
When Reese held out the first envelope, the woman’s face didn’t just show surprise. It showed a look of absolute, soul-crushing relief. But the story she told them next made their hearts sink.
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