I Returned a Wallet Full of Cash I Found at Work — The Next Morning a Sheriff Knocked on My Door

New shoes for the kids.

Groceries.

That money could fix a lot of problems.

At least for a little while.

Then I saw the ID.

An elderly man. Late seventies.

Gary.

Tucked inside the wallet was also a small handwritten note with a phone number and an address.

My chest tightened.

I closed the wallet and locked it inside my toolbox.

Even finishing my shift felt strange after 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.