He held up his hand and shook his head. “No, no, that’s not why I’m asking.” Then he reached behind him and picked up a white envelope. “This came for you this morning. Addressed to you by name.”
He handed it to me, and I just stared at it. My name was written on the front in neat handwriting.
“Go ahead and open it,” Mr. Jenkins said, watching me with curious eyes.
My hands felt clumsy as I tore open the envelope.
Inside was a folded piece of paper, and underneath it was something I wasn’t expecting.
A check for $5,000, made out to me.I read the amount three times because I thought I was reading it wrong. But no, there it was. Five thousand dollars.
The note was short but written with care.
“Dear Ross,
Thank you for your kindness to my daughter, Emily. You have no idea how much you helped her that night. She made it home safe because of you. This is a small token of our gratitude. We would also love to have you over for lunch this Sunday if you’re willing. Please come. We’d like to thank you properly.”
There was an address written underneath, on the other side of town.