After four years in prison for a crime I didn’t commit, I finally came home. But my key didn’t work. The woman who opened the door was a frail, terrified stranger. It turned out my fiancée had sold my house to her scumbag son, who then used it to dump his own mother after stealing her fortune. We were two abandoned souls, and we became a family. Then, on her deathbed, she gave me one final, mysterious mission…

I didn’t squander the gift Agnes gave me. I used it to start my own business, a small contracting company. I earn my own money. But every Sunday, I drive out to the cemetery. Her monument is simple, with a portrait of her kind, smiling face etched into the stone.

“Hi, Grandma,” I say, touching the cold granite. “Things are good.”

Anna usually waits in the car, but today she walked up behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. We started talking after the funeral, then calling, and now… well, now we’re together.

“She’d be so proud of you,” Anna whispers.

I know she would be. Life is strange. The woman who betrayed me inadvertently led me to a new life. The scumbag who abandoned his mother led her to me. And a kind old woman, in her final act, gave a lost ex-con something he’d never had: a family, a future, and a home.