Gemotions

Rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the community center, but inside, Leo's world was bright. He’d found a wallet, thick with cash, near the donation bin.

He bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling an irrepressible urge to hug someone.

He'd spent the afternoon calling every number in the wallet, trying to find the owner. When he finally succeeded, the owner, a woman named Ms. Henderson, was so relieved that she almost cried. She insisted on taking Leo out for dinner, a celebratory meal.