Man Brings Piano To Thrift Store, Then Gets An Unexpected Call From Store Owner

An organized mind

His hands trembled as he flipped through the crinkled pages. Names and numbers from years ago scrawled in faded ink. Then, finally, there it was. Evelyn Harris.

Paul exhaled in relief, running his finger under the name. An old phone number, scribbled next to a faded address. It was a start. At least it was something.