I nodded.
“He wanted to thank you properly, but didn’t know how to find you. He remembered your house description.”
The officers opened the boxes.
Inside were winter coats, shoes, school supplies, and groceries.
“This is a year’s worth of supplies for your kids,” Matt said. “My dad insisted. I added groceries and some extras.”
I stood there, speechless.
“I can’t accept this.”
“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. “You could’ve kept that money. No one would’ve known. But you didn’t.”
“I was just doing what anyone should do.”
“But most people don’t.”
My mom placed her hand on my shoulder.
One officer smiled. “Your kids are lucky.”
Matt handed me an envelope. “Gift cards—for groceries and gas.”
“I—”
“Don’t refuse,” he said gently. “My dad would be heartbroken.”
