Before my crazy grandfather died, he gave me three walnuts. On my twenty-fifth birthday, I smashed the first one as per his last words. Inside the walnut is a note: Go under the overpass and kowtow three times to the first beggar you meet. My cheeks felt hot, but I did it anyway, and it turned out that the beggar was an undercover agent. Later I found out that I had already been targeted by human traffickers, and kowtow saved my life. The second walnut, he asked me to crack open before we got married. I put on my suit and unwrapped it with joy as I prepared to marry the Sheriff who saved me. This time, it contained an old, crumpled photo.
