“Okay!” Mark shouted. “But you’re making a huge mistake!”
“Just sign it!”
Mark scribbled his name and ran out. Arthur entered the room a few moments later.
“Is he gone?” Arthur asked.
“Yes,” I exclaimed. “We can finally go to the clinic.”
Arthur reached out and took Emma’s frail hand.
“Are you really going to help me?” Emma whispered.
“You once saved me with a single sandwich,” Arthur said softly. “Now let me save you.”
“Thank you, Uncle Arthur.”
Months later, the experimental therapy worked. Emma was completely cured. We returned to the old park and placed a paper bag on the timeworn bench.
“Will anyone find it?” Emma asked.
“Someone who needs it,” I promised.
“Just like he did?”
“Just like he did.”
“I’ll leave a note,” Emma said.
She placed a handwritten note right on top of her freshly made sandwich.
“For anyone who needs hope today.”
