I was 8 months pregnant, on a tram. A woman stepped in holding a baby and a large bag. She looked drained.
No one moved, so I gave her my seat. She gave me a strange glance. When she got off, she slipped something wet into my bag.
I felt sick as I pulled it out—this woman had given me a Ziploc bag with a soggy piece of paper inside and a folded $50 note. The paper looked like it had been crying ink. I blinked at it, confused.
At first, I thought maybe it was trash or a weird thank-you gesture. But the note wasn’t random. It said, in messy handwriting, “You’re kind.
Please forgive me. Call this number.” Then a phone number I didn’t recognize. I sat there frozen, clutching my stomach and the bag.
A part of me wanted to throw it away. But something—maybe pregnancy hormones or just plain curiosity—kept me from letting go. When I got home, I left the bag on the kitchen counter.
My husband, Marc, was already there, cooking something that smelled like garlic and butter. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding to the bag. I explained quickly.
He chuckled, “Sounds like a scam. Probably wants money.”
But the next morning, I called. A woman answered, her voice hoarse.
“Hello?”
“Hi. I… I think you gave me a note on the tram yesterday.”
There was silence. Then a sharp inhale.
“You actually called.”
“Yes. Why?”
“I didn’t think you would. I—I needed someone to call.”
“Why me?”
She paused.
“Because you gave up your seat. And you looked like you wouldn’t judge me.”
Her name was Tahlia. She asked if she could explain over coffee.
I hesitated. But then I thought—if she meant harm, she had plenty of chances. She could’ve taken my wallet.
Instead, she gave me $50 and a message. We met the next day at a quiet café near the hospital. She looked even more exhausted up close.
Eyes sunken. Baby chewing on a rubber giraffe. “I’m not crazy,” she said first thing.
“I just did something I didn’t know how to undo.”
She told me everything. Tahlia used to be a nurse. Four years ago, she met a man—Reuben.
Handsome, charming, talked like he knew everyone and everything. They dated fast and moved in faster. At first, everything was golden.
He bought her gifts. Took her places. But slowly, little things changed.
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
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