dropped with relief.
“I thought it was gone,” he whispered. “That’s my pension money.”
His hands trembled as he flipped through the bills.
He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and tried to hand it to me.
“Please,” he said. “Take this.”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t bring it back for a reward.”
He looked at me carefully.
“Then why did you return it?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do.”
He studied me for a moment, then smiled softly.
“You’re a rare man, Evan.”
He invited me inside for
