As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet

was empty except for a few crumpled bills and a faded photograph. My heart sank as I realized the owner must have been devastated to lose not only their money but also their precious memories captured in that photograph.

Feeling a sense of duty and empathy, I resolved to do whatever I could to reunite the wallet with its rightful owner. I carefully examined the photograph, hoping to glean some clues about the person’s identity. In the picture, a smiling couple stood arm in arm, their faces radiating happiness and love. Despite the years that had passed since the photo was taken, the warmth of their bond was palpable.

Determined to find the owner, I hurried home and spread out the contents of the wallet on my kitchen table. Alongside the photograph, I discovered a faded driver’s license bearing the name “Sarah Johnson.” Armed with this information, I quickly searched online for any listings matching that name in the area.