Then the knife hit something solid.
Ethan’s eyes widened. “Mom, what’s that?”
I cut around the object.
Wrapped tightly in food-safe plastic was a rectangular metal bar.
I pulled it out.
It was heavy.
I peeled back the plastic and saw a gold bar.
At least, it looked like one.
Ethan whispered, “Is that real?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
Then he pointed. “There’s writing.”
Along one edge, something had been engraved.
I grabbed my glasses.
The first line said: “You recently helped a homeless man.”
I kept reading. “He’d like to meet you again.”
Below that was an address.
There was no name or explanation.
Just an address.
I did not sleep well.
Part of me thought we should ignore it.
Another part of me thought we should follow it up.
After all, we had helped a homeless man.
If the gold was genuine, it was worth thousands.
I wanted to know why he would give it to us.
I finally decided we would go to the address, but not alone.
My brother Daniel agreed to follow us in his car and wait outside.
The address led us to an office building downtown.
It was a law firm.
I checked the number three times.
