The next morning, loud knocking woke me up.
7:30.
I opened the door—and froze.
A sheriff stood there.
My mom appeared behind me, hand over her mouth.
“Evan?” he asked.
“That’s me.”
“Can I come inside?”
My heart raced. “Did I do something wrong?”
Inside, he turned to me.
“I’m Sheriff Matt. Did you find a wallet yesterday?”
“Yes. I returned it to a man named Gary.”
“Did he offer you a reward?”
“Yes. I refused.”
