At seventy-four, Evelyn thought fixing her old roof would bring her peace of mind. A small crew of rough but capable workers arrived, among them a kind young man named Joseph and a brash leader named Josh.
As the days passed, Evelyn noticed tension among the men. One afternoon, she saw them hurriedly hiding an old wooden box — a box she instantly recognized as belonging to her late husband, Richard, who had hidden it in the rafters years ago. Evelyn knew it held his secret savings but said nothing, watching closely as the men whispered plans to take it.
