Story that ends in I ve never found such a kind person ever since

I’d realized my wallet had been taken the moment i’d arrived home, upon attempting to scour my pockets. No such luck- I decided to go downstairs and check inside my car. Nothing. Perhaps i’d forgotten it at the restaurant?
Malaise settled within my chest. That had the last photo of her and I, before the accident. I could not lose that.

I turned on my car, starting up the engine and beginning to drive. It was 8pm , and raining. My windshield wipers did much in keeping away the drops attempting to obscure my view. the restaurant was Cracker Barrel, some place that had been special to her and I.

“Sir, your wallet is here.” A woman whom i’d never laid eyes upon stood before me, waving my brown wallet back and forth, a smile on her face. “Thank you,” I said, shaking of worry