I Helped A Pregnant Woman Buy Milk And Bread — The Next Day, A Convoy Of SUVs Pulled Up Outside

requested we keep things modest.”

I looked back at the convoy.

“Modest?”

The man smiled.

“Please. Open the package inside.”

My hands trembled as I accepted it.

The paper wrapping was elegant.

The ribbon looked expensive.

Everything about it felt completely out of place inside my small kitchen.

I sat at the table.

Untied the ribbon.

Folded back the paper.

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