I held up the wallet. “I think this is yours. I found it at my shop.”
His eyes widened.
“I thought it was gone,” he whispered, taking it with trembling hands.
He checked inside, then let out a deep breath.
“This is my pension money. I’ve been looking everywhere.”
“I’m just glad I could return it.”
He pulled out a $100 bill. “Please, take this.”
I shook my head. “I can’t. I didn’t do it for a reward.”
“Then why?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do.”
He studied me, then smiled.
“What’s your name, son?”
“Evan.”
“You’re a rare kind of person, Evan. Come in, let me make you some tea.”
“I’d love to, but I need to get home. My mom’s watching my kids.”
