There was a girl in my class back then who came from a poor family. Every single day, without fail, she’d laugh it off and say the same thing. “Oh, Mom forgot my lunch again.” Nobody paid her much attention when she said it. Nobody, except me.
I told my own mom about it that night, and from the very next morning on, she started packing two lunches instead of one. One for me. One for her.
We never really talked about it out loud, not directly. We just quietly shared the food and traded small smiles between classes, like it was our own private arrangement that didn’t need explaining. Her name was Annabelle. She was quiet, polite, always thankful, even on the days when all I had to offer was half a sandwich or one small cookie broken in two.
Then middle school ended, and life pulled us off in completely different directions the way it does. We lost touch entirely. I went off to college in another city, got swallowed up by work and adulthood, and honestly, I never thought much about her again.
Not until that strange phone call, twelve years later.
The Call
A woman’s voice on the other end said softly, almost like a riddle, “Today, you’ll finally get what you deserve.” Then she hung up before I could ask a single question.
I stood there frozen, phone still pressed to my ear, wondering if I’d just been targeted by some kind of scam. A few hours later, my phone buzzed with a bank alert. A transfer had landed in my account. Twenty thousand dollars. The sender’s name read Annabelle, though now attached to a last name I didn’t recognize.
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