Poor Man Finds a Package on His Doorstep with His Late Father’s Old Jacket — What He Found in the Pocket Shocked Him

“What the hell…?” he muttered, staring at the envelope. It was sealed, the paper slightly worn. He carefully tore it open, his hands shaking. Inside were papers and a small note. He unfolded the note first.

Alex, if you’re reading this, it means you’ve found the jacket and the letter. I knew you’d remember the candies. There’s one more thing I left for you, something to help you get back on your feet. This account is for you. Use it wisely. All my love, Dad.

Alex blinked, his eyes darting to the papers. Bank account details. His mind raced. A secret account? Why had his father kept this from everyone, even Dylan? Especially Dylan, who was always sniffing around for more money.

He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, the letter and bank details clutched in his hand. He had to know if this was real, if there was actually money in that account.

The bank was a small, old building with a bell that jingled as Alex pushed the door open.

He walked up to the counter, trying to steady his nerves.

“Hi, I, uh, need to check an account,” he said to the teller, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes.

“Of course,” she replied, taking the papers from him. “Just a moment.”

As she typed away on her computer, Alex’s mind swirled with possibilities. What if it was a mistake? What if the account was empty?

“Mr. Lane?” the teller’s voice broke through his thoughts. “This account holds sixty thousand dollars.”

Alex’s mouth dropped open. “Sixty thousand dollars? Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir. Is there anything else you need?”