The next day, Mr. Grayson returned. He thanked me for my honesty and handed me a small wooden box and an envelope. Inside: his wife’s cherished silver locket with Archibald’s photo—and a deed to a modest rental property.
The rental income allowed me to quit my soul-draining job and open a ceramics studio. At my first craft fair, I met James. We fell in love, and eventually married.
One morning, I learned I was pregnant. Sitting in the garden where it all began, I realized that turning down that $100,000 had led me to everything I truly needed.
Sometimes, the right choice isn’t the richest—just the one that brings your life home.