The moment my fingers touched the fabric of the coat, I could tell it was expensive. She handed it to me so casually, yet a wave of emotion surged through me—gratitude laced with guilt.

I had come here with a clear, calculated purpose, but all she’d shown me was kindness and concern.

“Ma’am, this coat is far too valuable. I really can’t accept it,” I said.

“It’s just a coat. Nothing is ever ‘too valuable,’” she replied, her voice ...