I Paid for an Elderly Man’s Essentials – Two Mornings Later, a Woman Showed Up at My Door with His Final Request

When they said the time of death, it sounded too clinical for someone who’d simply handed me an envelope earlier. I stepped forward and touched his hand one last time.

“Thank you, Dalton,” I whispered.

Martha walked me out. We didn’t say much. And I think silence was the only thing that fit.

In the back seat of her car, I stared down at the envelope resting in my lap. I didn’t open it until we turned onto my street. I peeled it back slowly, unsure what I expected — a note maybe, or something symbolic. But when I saw the check, my breath caught in my throat.

“Thank you, Dalton,” I whispered.

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