Young widow picked up a backpack thrown from an expensive car at the landfill. «I’ll take it for my son for school!» she thought. But, opening it, she was speechless…

«Money is something you can earn. The main thing is that you and I are okay.» At that moment, the sergeant approached them.

He had just spoken on the phone and now smiled, looking at the mother and son. «There’s news, Sarah,» he said warmly. «You’re heroes.

Yes, yes, that money was stolen and they were looking for it. Very important evidence. You helped us get to a whole gang, imagine?» Sarah flushed.

«Really?» «I… didn’t do anything. Just caused trouble,» she said embarrassedly, adjusting the bandage slipping on her forehead. «On the contrary,» the sergeant raised his finger, as if putting a bold period.

«You played a key role, so to speak. Someone else might have run off with that sum, but you brought it home to turn it in to the police. Those smart guys deliberately threw the backpack at the landfill.

They thought to let it lie, then come back and pick it up if they saw no traces. Playing it safe. And you took it and snatched it from under their noses.

They followed you, well, and got caught. Like mice in a trap,» she shook her head, recalling how it all spun. From the strange find at the landfill to this night full of pain and fear.

Now the thieves were in handcuffs, the yard full of people, and the deputy standing nearby. «We’ve already contacted the owner of the money,» he continued, scratching the back of his head. «Explained everything as it was.

He said to leave half the amount for you. Fairly, he says, worries about your condition. Without you, he wouldn’t get that money back.»

Sarah was silent, as if words suddenly lost meaning. Half. That money was something from another life for her.

She just squeezed her fingers tighter, feeling her hands tremble. «Thank you,» she exhaled, «just thank you,» and couldn’t say another word. Timmy jumped joyfully in place…