“This is for your kids,” the sheriff said. “My father insisted. And I added a few things myself.”
I shook my head.
“I can’t accept this.”
“Yes, you can,” he replied gently. “You did something good. Let us return the favor.”
Behind me, my mother started crying.
One of the deputies clapped my shoulder.
“Your kids are lucky to have you, man.”
After they left, the house was quiet again.
Boxes filled the living room.
My daughter came downstairs in her pajamas and stared at everything.
“Daddy… what’s all this?”
I smiled.
“It’s a gift.”
She picked up a pink winter coat and hugged it.
“Is this really mine?”
“Yes,” I said.
Her smile was worth more than every dollar that had been in that wallet.
Later that day I went back to Gary’s house.
He opened the door and smiled like he’d been expecting me.
