MISSING WALLET

The salt-and-pepper-haired man carrying his toddler storms back into Brekan. ‘Daddy lost his wallet,’ I hear him say. Weaving between tables, the two head toward the back, where there’s a couch. He puts the toddler on the ground and searches the couch cushions. Then pats down his pockets. He looks up to a nearby woman with pink hair. ‘I lost my wallet,’ he tells her. I scan the room hoping to see it. I love finding things! Then look up to see a man whose demeanor has changed. Bright, smiling, lifting his daughter with new energy, he has found what he was looking for or discovered it was never missing at all.