She treated Obie and his father as if they were no longer worth anything, her words sharper, her actions harsher, until the house that had once been a home became a place Obie could no longer bear to stay in.
One evening, after another outburst, she drove him out completely, leaving him with nothing but a small bag and a world that did not care whether he survived.
Obie walked for days.
The journey was long and uncertain, filled with hunger, cold nights, and the quiet realization that he had no one to rely on but himself. Eventually, he found a place deep in the forest, far from everything he had known, where he decided to build something small but his own.
While digging the ground for shelter, his stick hit something unexpected.
Buried beneath the soil was a black plastic bag.
When he opened it, the sight inside stopped him completely.
It was filled with money.
More than he had ever seen in his life.
For a moment, his thoughts raced toward everything he could do with it, all the ways it could change his life instantly, but those thoughts didn’t stay long. Instead, something else surfaced, something stronger than desire.
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