It all started with a simple, everyday problem: the washing machine was leaking. I quickly called a professional repairman to take a look. He arrived, worked his magic, and fixed the leak in less than an hour. I paid him for the service, and he was on his way out the door. That’s when things took an unexpected turn.
As the young man was leaving, I noticed his cheeks turned pink, and he nervously reached out to hand me a small piece of paper. I took the note, unfolded it, and read the strange message: “Please call me. It’s about someone you know.”
