I Found a Diamond Ring on a Supermarket Shelf and Returned It to Its Owner — the Next Day, a Man in a Mercedes Showed Up at My Door
It started with a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the morning had already been a whirlwind. There I was, packing peanut butter sandwiches with one hand while wrestling the kitchen sink to unclog it with the other. Grace was crying because she’d lost her favorite teddy. Lily was fuming over a crooked braid. Max had somehow decided the maple syrup was a toy and was drizzling it onto the floor for our dog, who looked equally confused and guilty. So no, I definitely wasn’t expecting anything