Yesterday, the Man I Rescued During a Storm 20 Years Ago Appeared at My Doorstep

“And I’ve been meaning to find you for years. And now I’’ here to keep my promise.”

I invited him in, still trying to process how this confident, well-dressed man could be the same frail figure I’d picked up on that rainy night. We sat at the kitchen table, and he slid the leather folder toward me.

“Go ahead, Celia,” he said. I opened it, my hands trembling. Inside was a deed to a small house, just a few miles from my own.

“James…” I stammered, shaking my head. “What is this? I can’t accept this!”

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly, his tone kind but insistent.

“You don’t know what you did for me that night. I was a stranger. I wContinue reading…