When the storm began to quiet, the old man stood. \u201cYou\u2019re kind, Hannah. That kindness may save your family someday,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
She smiled wearily. \u201cI just did what anyone would do.\u201d<\/p>\n
But his expression turned solemn. \u201cNot everyone would.\u201d<\/p>\n
That night, after everyone went to sleep, Hannah checked on the stranger once more. He was resting peacefully on the couch, his walking stick leaning by the fire.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t know it yet\u2014but by the next morning, the man she\u2019d helped would make a request so strange, so impossible, it would shake her to her core.<\/p>\n
\u201cSell me your house,\u201d he would say. \u201cFor one dollar. And leave today.\u201d<\/p>\n
The storm had passed by morning. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, making the puddles on the floor glisten. Hannah woke early, expecting the old man to still be asleep, but found him sitting at the kitchen table, neatly dressed, his hat resting beside him.<\/p>\n
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