that. My heart kept racing like I had done something wrong just by finding it.
When I got home, my mom was making spaghetti.
The kids were sitting at the table doing homework.
My daughter ran up and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Daddy!”
I smiled, but my mind was still on that wallet.
“Long day?” my mom asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
After dinner, once the kids were asleep, I grabbed the wallet and told my mom I had to run an errand.
The address wasn’t far.
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