The man did not move. Her eyes remained fixed on the wallet. As if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. She opened it carefully.
Inside… Everything was in its place. Money. Cards.
Documents.Nothing was missing. Nothing.
The restaurant, which used to be full of noise… Now he was silent.
“Where did you get this?” he finally asked. The girl looked at him.
Fearless. “You dropped it,” he said. Simple.
Straight. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.
The man felt something inside him break.
He remembered the moment. Minutes earlier. When he got out of the car. When he dropped his wallet without realizing it.
And how nobody said anything.
Nobody… except her. “You could have kept it,” he murmured.
The girl shrugged.
—It’s not mine. The people around were no longer laughing. Nobody was recording. Nobody was speaking.
Because everyone understood the same thing.
The man lowered his gaze. For the first time.
And he realized… who had really done the right thing.
