Two years later, I stood proudly as Anna walked down the aisle to marry a kind man she met while volunteering. After the ceremony, she placed her newborn daughter in my arms. “She’s named Olivia Claire,” Anna whispered. “After the sister I never had.” I wept, holding that tiny baby. All of this — the friendship, the healing, the love — had started with a simple pair of shoes and a $5 bill. Sometimes, the smallest discoveries can lead to miracles we never expected.