He nodded gently. “I’m sorry. I know you helped her yesterday. A neighbor told us, and we checked her porch camera. We saw her place something in your mailbox before she sat down for the last time.”

I stared at him. “She… put something in my mailbox? What?”

He nodded.

I gripped the couch, my mind spinning. “What could she have left me?”

He gave a small, sad smile. “Let’s find out together.”

Outside, a neighbor’s child rode his bike back and forth, glancing at my house. Ms. Pearson stood across the street, arms crossed.

My hands trembled as I unlocked the mailbox. It felt heavier than usual, the edges biting into my palm. I opened it, heart racing.

Inside was a thick manila envelope with my name written neatly. Behind it was a thinner one from the bank, stamped with “PAID IN FULL” in red.

My knees gave out.

Holt steadied me. “You okay?”

“I… I don’t understand,” I whispered. “How…?”

He nodded toward the envelope. “Let’s open it together.”

My fingers shook as I opened it. Papers slid out—legal documents, the deed—and a folded note with my name. I handed it to Holt, unable to see through my tears.

“May I?” he asked softly.

I nodded.

He unfolded it carefully, removed his hat, and turned slightly toward me, lowering his voice.

“I’m not usually the one who does this,” he said quietly.

“Ariel —

After you left, I noticed one of your letters had slipped from the stack you were carrying. I know I shouldn’t have read it, but when I saw the word foreclosure, I couldn’t ignore it.

After you went home for your nap, I called my banker and took Walter’s ‘rainy day’ fund straight to the bank. I signed the papers myself.

You gave me kindness when you had nothing left. You saw me as a person. That’s why I wanted to see you safe, too.

You don’t owe me anything. Just promise me you’ll be as good to yourself as you were to me. Women look out for women, especially when nobody else will.

Be brave. Be kind. And always remember: what you did mattered.

P.S. I love the name Will for a boy. Mabel for a girl.