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She smiled kindly as she handed me the small slip of paper. I thanked her, tucked it into my bag without thinking, and went on with my day. I didn’t know then that her small gesture held something much more meaningful.
The Note
Hours later, as I unpacked groceries in my kitchen, I pulled the receipt from the bag to toss it away. That’s when I noticed something scribbled across the back — quick, uneven handwriting that made me pause:
My heart skipped. For a moment, I just stared at it, confused. Check my back seat?
Was it a warning? A prank? The words sent a strange ripple of fear through me. I stood still, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and the quiet of the house. Then, curiosity — and a spark of unease — pushed me to the door.
The Discovery
Outside, the street was calm under the amber glow of the streetlights. I unlocked my car and pulled open the back door.
There, wedged deep between the seat cushions, was my wallet.
My ID, credit cards, cash — everything I thought was safely in my bag. Relief came like a wave so strong I actually laughed out loud, shaking my head. Somehow, in my distracted rush, I’d dropped it without noticing.
And that woman — a total stranger — had seen.
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