Near the landfill, a young widow picked up a rucksack that had been flung from a luxury car. She reasoned, “I’ll take it for my son, for school.” However, she was stunned when she opened it. 
Emily, the young widow, came closer to the dump, as she usually did, as she meandered down the chilly, windswept country road. Her life appeared to be an endless routine, filled with debt, eviction threats, and her son Ethan’s old, tatty rucksack that had been passed down through the family.
However, the practice of searching the dump for items that might still be useful that night resulted in an unexpected finding.
Suddenly a black automobile, totally out of place in this bleak environment, came to a stop close to the landfill.
Male laughing resounded through the glass as a bright blue rucksack flew out of the car and landed heavy in the mud.Emily was confused as the car vanished in a cloud of dust. Her first instinct was to go for the bag. As she took up the bag, an odd feeling overcame her. “Perfect for Ethan, it’s almost new!” she thought. She felt nervous because of the hardness and solidity of the bag.A meticulously folded sweatshirt was pushed aside as her shaking hands unlocked the bag. Then she froze, her heart racing frantically. She was stunned and stunned by what she saw within.
Emily stood motionless in front of the bag, her heart pounding. She found it hard to believe. A metallic object glinted in the dim evening light in the shadow of the folded cloth. She reluctantly picked it up. It was a tiny steel box that was oddly hefty and resembled a jewelry case.
She opened the box gingerly, her hands shaking. There was more money than she had ever seen in her life, neatly wrapped in a stack of perfectly folded bills. However, it wasn’t all.
A tiny, weathered black leather notebook rested at the bottom. Emily carefully picked it up and opened it to find pages filled with names, dates, amounts, and precise handwriting.
Anxiety rose in her throat as she felt the air around her get thinner. Who was responsible for this? Why would there be so much money in a backpack that was dumped in a landfill?
The sound of an engine in the distance interrupted her thoughts. There was a car coming back the other way. Emily spun around in a hurry, holding the backpack close to her chest.
