Andrew sighed as he checked his watch. He was on a bus to Connecticut.
"So, ever been to Connecticut?" the woman, sitting next to him, asked. Ever since she had gotten in Pennsylvania, she had been flirting with him.
"Yes, and so has my fiancé. She would have come but she was watching our young daughter, Aurora," Andrew replied. He had to laugh as he noticed the woman back away.
"Sorry," she said, embarrassed.
"Next stop, Stamford!" the driver called. Andrew grabbed his carry-on bag and looked over at the passing scenery.
He grabbed his bag as the bus came to a stop.
Two hours later… He sighed as he walked up to the bank. He was about to figure out what the kind, elderly woman had left him.
"Excuse me, I was left something in one of the safe deposit boxes," he said.
"Let me see your key," the officer said. Andrew handed it to him.
"324, just let me see some ID," the bank officer said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his driver's license.
"Andrew Martin, right this way!" he exclaimed.
The anxiety was really getting to him. He was eager to see what was in the box. The officer opened the box and handed it to him.
"When you're done, just let me know," the officer told him. Andrew rifled through the contents of the box. He dumped it on the table and pulled out a large manila envelope.
"To who gets this, I chose this based on the person who asked for nothing but kindness," he read. His mind flashed back to the time he had met her. He opened the envelope and gasped as he realized it was the deed to a plantation house. Also in it, was another safe deposit key.
He approached the bank officer. "Excuse me, I need to find out what's in this box," he said. The officer took the key and opened another box. Andrew couldn't help but gasp as he realized he was looking at a lot of money. "Mr. Martin, Mrs. Smith was the heiress to a great fortune. Be kind to her and she would repay you greatly. She always claimed she would leave her fortune to a person who only asked for kindness. It didn't matter if she only met that person once. All it mattered was that you were kind. You must have been that person. She loved meeting people," the officer reflected. Andrew looked at the money. He knew on that cold night months ago , he had met an angel.
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Well, I finally got the last chapter of Angel of Mine up. I know it seems a little unrealistic, but it was still fun to write. Read& Review!
