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I left the apartment, my bank account still empty. I didn’t care. I’d never done this for the money. Seeing the look on Elmore’s face when he finally remembered the past—that feeling of genuine joy in knowing I’d helped someone who really needed it—that’s what I did it for.
Come to think of it, is this karma? Not a paycheck, but a reward without price?
That thought stayed with me for the next three-and-a-half minutes, right before I hit the five-o’clock Houston traffic.
