Zara had always been in a hurry. That was her nature. Ever since she’d moved to the bustling city to start her new job, her days felt like a blur — rushing from meeting to meeting, squeezing through crowds on busy streets, and snatching coffee in between. That particular Tuesday morning was no different. She grabbed her usual order from her favorite corner café, an iced latte, then quickly paid before hurrying toward the door. But as she reached the entrance, something caught her eye. A worn, leather wallet lay abandoned on one of the chairs by the window. She hesitated for a moment, glancing around the café. There weren’t many people inside — just a couple engrossed in conversation and a barista cleaning the counter. Nobody seemed to be looking for the wallet. Curiosity got the better of her, and she picked it up. Inside were some loose bills, an old driver's license, and a few faded photos. The face on the license was that of an elderly man. He seemed to be in his seventies, his ...