I found a wallet on the floor of a crowded train. There was no cash inside, just an ID, a few photographs, and a handwritten note that said, “Whatever happens, don’t give this to my brother.” I thought it was strange, but I decided to find the owner before handing it to anyone else.
The address on the ID was nearby, so I went there that evening. A young man opened the door. I asked if he’d lost a wallet. The moment he saw it, his face changed. “Where did you find that?” he asked. I told him. He reached for it, but I remembered the note and pulled it back.