I SAW A WEALTHY WOMAN LEAVE A BABY STROLLER BY THE DUMPSTER — MY LIFE WASN’T THE SAME AFTER I OPENED IT

Then I saw it, the envelope, tucked neatly between the bundles. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out and ripped it open. A single note fell out, written in neat, careful handwriting.

“Take it. You’ll need it more than I do. Please don’t try to find me.”

I read it aloud, my voice cracking. “What the…?”

I glanced around again, half-expecting the woman to jump out from the shadows, but the alley was empty. The only sounds were Anne’s soft gurgles and my own frantic breathing.

“What do I do, Anne?” I asked, looking down at her. She blinked up at me, completely unaware of the life-altering decision I was about to make.

“I can’t just leave it, right? What if it’s a trap?” I muttered, my brain bouncing between fear and need.

Anne gurgled in response, tiny fingers wrapping around a loose thread on my jacket. I sighed, staring back at the stroller, the cash, and the note.

“Okay… okay, I’ll take it.” My voice wavered, the weight of the decision sinking in. “But we’re getting out of here fast.”

The next few days were a blur of disbelief.

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