Finally she looked up.
“I never wanted anything back.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
I smiled.
Because the answer was simple.
“Because kindness deserves to come home.”
For a long moment nobody spoke.
Then Charlotte laughed through her tears.
“You always were a softie.”
“I learned from the best.”
The next day I met her brother.
The same brother she had mentioned twenty years earlier.
The same brother who inspired her to ask an unpopular boy to prom when nobody else would.
He greeted me with a giant hug.
Then pointed at Charlotte.
