They laughed when a ragged boy walked into the bank with a worn bag—until he opened it, and the manager’s face went pale as he realized who the boy was

only

He accepted that.

Later, he visited Evan once, bringing nothing except a notebook and an apology.

“I should’ve listened to your dad,” Caldwell said.

Evan looked down at the blank pages, then back up. “Will it matter?”

Caldwell nodded. “It already does. Because you walked in anyway.”

Evan’s mouth twitched—almost a smile, almost disbelief.

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