I rescued a man in a storm 20 years ago—He knocked on my door yesterday, holding a folder in his hands

for a trust fund under my name — enough money to erase my debts and let me live peacefully for the rest of my life.

My hands started shaking.

“I can’t accept this.”

James looked at me, his eyes full of emotion.

“You know what I remember most from that night?” he asked.

I stayed silent.

“The soup.”

I blinked in surprise. “The soup?”

He laughed quietly.

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