The inheritance

For the last five years, every week day without fail, Annie had crouched by the old man in the doorway, leaving a cup of tea, a sandwich, sometimes loose change and a few kind words. He never said anything, except once, to ask for her name.
One day, she didn't find him. She never saw him again.
She was ready to go home when a young man entered her office, holding up his card, telling her she had inherited a large estate in the country.
But Annie just sat down, crying for an old man who had died, all alone.