She exchanged glances with the cashier, then lowered her voice. “This isn’t just any gift card… it has a history.”

My stomach tightened. “What kind of history?”

She hesitated. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Whispers followed me as I walked past the curious crowd, clutching the card.

Inside the small office, the manager sat across from me. “Your grandmother’s name?”

“Margaret Harper. Why?”

Her expression softened. “Margaret Harper… so she was real.”

I blinked. “Of course, she was real. She was my grandma. What does this card have to do with her?”

She smiled. “Around here, she was known as ‘The Angel in Disguise.’”

I laughed in disbelief. “That’s impossible. My grandma was… cheap. She saved every penny.”