The alley behind the restaurant was Emily’s last hope. Hungry and shivering, she searched the dumpster for scraps, her fingers numb from the cold. Just as she found a piece of bread, a movement inside the kitchen window caught her attention.
A woman in a red dress—someone who didn’t belong there—was slipping something into a plate of food. Emily’s instincts screamed danger. Without hesitation, she ran inside, straight to the man about to eat that meal.
“Don’t!” she gasped. “Your wife put poison in it!”
Robert Adams stared at the filthy child in disbelief. But when his wife, Victoria, returned and panicked at the sight of the girl, his suspicion grew.
“Eat it yourself,” he challenged, pushing the plate toward her.
Victoria’s hands trembled. “This is insane!”
The restaurant fell silent as Robert called the police. Within minutes, Victoria was arrested—her plan to murder her husband for his money exposed.
Robert turned to Emily. “You saved my life. What’s your name?”
“Emily,” she whispered.
He handed her his card. “Come see me tomorrow. Let me help you like you helped me.”
Years later, Emily sat across from Robert in that same restaurant—now well-dressed, well-fed, and loved.
“Funny how life works,” Robert mused. “The person who saved me was the one no one else noticed.”
Emily smiled. That night, she had been hungry and afraid. Now, she had a family—and a future she never dreamed possible.
