Millionaire Lets Homeless Family Live In His Garage. His Heart Sinks The Next Day!
He walked to the garage door and knocked lightly. When Natalie opened it, he tried to keep his tone even. “Hey… would you and the kids like to join me for dinner again?” Her face lit up with a tired but grateful smile. “That would be lovely.”
At the dinner table, conversation flowed more naturally than before. Ben and Lucy giggled over their food, and Natalie seemed to relax, offering snippets of their past life—a time before everything had unraveled. Peter smiled and nodded, but inwardly, he still struggled with the dilemma he hadn’t yet voiced.
As dinner ended, Peter took a breath, preparing to raise the issue again. But before he could speak, Natalie stood and began gathering plates. “Let me help with the dishes,” she said, her voice carrying a sense of pride. “It’s the least I can do.”
In the kitchen, she rolled up her sleeves and quietly scrubbed the dishes. “I know this isn’t ideal,” she said softly. “But I truly didn’t know where else to go. I feel terrible for intruding.”
Peter leaned against the counter, arms crossed. He could feel the pressure mounting again—the collision between his instinct to help and his fear of being taken advantage of. “I appreciate that, Natalie,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.
“I’m not trying to be a burden,” she added, glancing over her shoulder. “I can help around the house. I’ll find work. I just… need a little more time.”
He didn’t respond right away. Watching her dry a plate, shoulders slumped from exhaustion, the words he had prepared earlier felt cold and calculated. Finally, he sighed. “One day at a time,” he said, though even he wasn’t sure what that meant anymore.
Natalie turned to him, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, Peter. I really mean it.” Her voice trembled. Peter gave a faint smile, then excused himself. That night, he barely slept.
Hours passed. Just as his eyes began to close, a strange metallic creak echoed through the house. Peter sat up abruptly. It was unlike the noises he had heard before—distinct and out of place. His heart pounded in his chest.
