He was silent for a few seconds.
— Last night, after hearing what you had done, I went to the attic and took it out. Then I took him to a music store to check on him. It’s in excellent condition. It’s a Fender of the same model you had.
Julian looked at him in amazement.
— Why are you telling me this?
The man put the bill on the table.
— Because I want you to take it. It’s not a reward for your kindness. It’s a gift from an old musician to a young musician. A guitar should not stay locked in the attic when someone can fill the world with music.
Julian opened his mouth, but didn’t utter a word.
I put my hand on my chest. I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.
However, Officer Daniels still stood by the door and I didn’t understand why he had come to the point.
