The archivist provided one final, miraculous piece of data: Artie Finch was actually still alive. At 101 years old, he was living comfortably in a quiet retirement community just a two-hour drive away.
The next morning, Larry and Mark drove out to the facility, their hearts pounding against their ribs. When they walked into the room, the elderly man looked up from his armchair. The moment Artie’s eyes landed on Mark, he let out a sharp, audible gasp. He gripped the armrests of his chair, his hands trembling as he rubbed his eyes in utter disbelief. For a terrifying, beautiful second, the centenarian truly believed he was looking at a ghost—his own youthful reflection walking through the door from 1942.
Once the initial shock settled, Larry gently placed the tobacco-scented leather wallet on the table. Tears welled in Artie’s eyes as he recognized it, and the story finally came pouring out. Artie explained that he had hidden the billfold in the hidden wall cavity for safekeeping the night before he deployed to the war. But when he finally returned home years later, he found the house empty and the family dynamic completely ruined.