The autumn afternoon painted the old courthouse steps in shades of gold as Tyler Matthews sat with his worn toolbox, catching his breath after fixing the broken heating system inside. At thirty-four, Tyler had weathered hands that spoke of honest work and a gentle heart that drew people to him like warmth from a fire. He was preparing to leave when a small voice interrupted his thoughts.

Mr, could you help me? Tyler looked down to see a little girl standing at the bottom of the stone steps. She wore a soft blue sweater and a pink knitted hat with a cheerful pom-pom. Her teddy bear was clutched tightly in her small arms, and though her face was pale, her eyes held a brightness that made Tyler smile.

Hello there, sweetheart, Tyler said, setting down his tools. I am Tyler. What is your name? I am Sophie, she replied, her voice soft but clear.

I live up there with my grandma, but the elevator stopped working again. Tyler glanced up at the old apartment building next to the courthouse. He knew the building well, having fixed various things there over the years.

The elevator had been giving trouble for months. That is quite a lot of steps for little legs, Tyler observed gently. Sophie nodded seriously, then looked at him with a kind of direct gaze that only children possess.

Mr. Tyler, if you carry me up the stairs, I will tell you a secret. It is a very important secret. Something in her voice made Tyler pause.

There was a wisdom in her words that seemed beyond her four years, and a quiet sadness that tugged at his heart. Sophie, I would be happy to help you get home, Tyler said, kneeling down to her level. But you do not need to give me anything in return.

Sophie shook her head firmly. No, this secret is special. My grandma says that when someone helps you, you should always give something back.

Tyler studied the little girl’s determined expression. There was something about her that reminded him of his own daughter, who lived far away with her mother. The same stubborn kindness, the same earnest way of speaking…

The autumn afternoon painted the old courthouse steps in shades of gold as Tyler Matthews sat with his worn toolbox, catching his breath after fixing the broken heating system inside. At thirty-four, Tyler had weathered hands that spoke of honest work and a gentle heart that drew people to him like warmth from a fire. He was preparing to leave when a small voice interrupted his thoughts.

Mr, could you help me? Tyler looked down to see a little girl standing at the bottom of the stone steps. She wore a soft blue sweater and a pink knitted hat with a cheerful pom-pom. Her teddy bear was clutched tightly in her small arms, and though her face was pale, her eyes held a brightness that made Tyler smile.

Hello there, sweetheart, Tyler said, setting down his tools. I am Tyler. What is your name? I am Sophie, she replied, her voice soft but clear.

I live up there with my grandma, but the elevator stopped working again. Tyler glanced up at the old apartment building next to the courthouse. He knew the building well, having fixed various things there over the years.

The elevator had been giving trouble for months. That is quite a lot of steps for little legs, Tyler observed gently. Sophie nodded seriously, then looked at him with a kind of direct gaze that only children possess.

Mr. Tyler, if you carry me up the stairs, I will tell you a secret. It is a very important secret. Something in her voice made Tyler pause.

There was a wisdom in her words that seemed beyond her four years, and a quiet sadness that tugged at his heart. Sophie, I would be happy to help you get home, Tyler said, kneeling down to her level. But you do not need to give me anything in return.

Sophie shook her head firmly. No, this secret is special. My grandma says that when someone helps you, you should always give something back.

Tyler studied the little girl’s determined expression. There was something about her that reminded him of his own daughter, who lived far away with her mother. The same stubborn kindness, the same earnest way of speaking…