house with a porch light glowing in the dark.
I sat in the car for a minute before knocking.
Part of me wondered if he’d think I was the one who stole it.
But eventually I walked up and knocked on the door.
The man who opened it looked exactly like the photo on the ID.
Thin. Gray hair. Leaning on a cane.
I held up the wallet.
“I think this belongs to you.”
His eyes widened as he opened it.
For a moment he just stared.
Then his shoulders
