The drum wouldn’t spin.
I cursed under my breath, assuming I’d been scammed. When I opened the door to check inside, I saw something wedged against the drum—a small cardboard box.
Confused, I pulled it out. Taped to the top was a folded note written in delicate cursive:
“For you and your children. —M”
At first, I thought it was a lost item. Maybe something the shop had overlooked. But then curiosity got the better of me.