THE SHERIFF DIDN’T COME TO ARREST ME… HE CAME BECAUSE OF WHO THE OLD MAN REALLY WAS.”

six months,” Walter admitted.

“Restaurants. Shops. Parking lots. Churches.”

His voice hardened.

“And every single time, somebody stole from me.”

The sheriff added quietly:

“You’re the first person who returned it untouched.”

A strange feeling hit my chest then.

Not pride.

Something sadder.

Because I remembered exactly how close I came to keeping it.

Walter seemed continue reading …