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The Dragonfly Brooch At The Bus Stop That Changed Everything
I didn’t want to make excuses, so I just told her the truth, carefully omitting the part where I had lied about “finding” the money. I told her I saw a neighbor in distress and couldn’t leave her until she was okay. Margaret listened without interrupting, her expression unreadable at first. Then she smiled—slowly, deliberately—and it was a smile that reached all the way to her eyes. “That woman at the bus stop was my sister, Elena,” she said quietly. “She’s been having a very difficult time lately, and she called me ten minutes ago crying about a stranger who saved her day.”