Ethan opened the bag further, showing the tarnished key and scraps of fabric. The man pressed a hand to the doorframe, knees threatening to give way. “I carried that bag everywhere,” he murmured, voice shaking. “It was all I had left.
Then one night… it was stolen. Robbers took it, and I thought I’d lost it forever.” His words faltered, but his grip on the photograph of his parents only tightened. “And now you’ve brought it back to me.”