A young widow picked up a backpack thrown from a luxury car near the dump. “I’ll take it for my son, for school!” she thought. But when she opened it, she was speechless… 

As Emily, the young widow, wandered along the cold, wind-swept country road, she approached the dump, as she often did. Her life, marked by debt, threats of eviction, and the old, worn-out backpack of her son Ethan, passed down through the family, seemed like an endless routine.

But that evening, the habit of scouring the dump for anything that might still have some use led to an unexpected discovery.

A black car, completely out of place in this desolate setting, suddenly stopped near the dump.

Through the window, male laughter echoed, while a bright blue backpack flew out of the vehicle and landed heavily in the mud.

The car disappeared in a cloud of dust, leaving Emily perplexed. She instinctively headed toward the bag. “Perfect for Ethan, it’s almost new!” she thought, but a strange feeling crept over her as she picked up the bag. The bag’s solidity and stiffness sparked an uneasy feeling within her.

Her trembling hands opened the bag, pushing aside a carefully folded sweatshirt. Then, suddenly, she froze, her heart pounding wildly… What she saw inside left her deeply shocked and speechless.

Emily, her heart racing, stood frozen in front of the bag. She couldn’t believe it. In the shadow of the folded fabric, a metallic object glinted under the weak light of the evening. She grabbed it hesitantly. It was a small steel box, almost like a jewelry case, but strangely heavy.

Her hands trembled as she carefully opened the box. Inside was a stack of perfectly folded bills, more money than she had ever seen in her life, carefully wrapped. But that wasn’t all.

At the bottom, a small black leather notebook, worn by time, lay there. Emily took it carefully and, opening it, discovered pages covered in tight handwriting, names, dates, and amounts.

She felt the surrounding air grow thinner, anxiety rising in her throat. Who was behind all this? Why would a backpack thrown into a dump contain such a large sum of money?

Before she could think any further, the sound of a distant engine was heard. A car was returning in the opposite direction… Emily quickly turned around, clutching the backpack tightly against her chest.