“Open it.”
Inside was a receipt from a bicycle shop across town.
Caleb looked at the name twice.
His bicycle had already been replaced.
Not with some expensive motorcycle or a flashy racing bike. It was a sturdy commuter bicycle, the kind someone could ride to school, work, and back every day without worrying about whether it would survive the trip.
Caleb looked up.
“I can’t accept this.”
“You can,” Bear said.
“I don’t have money to pay you back.”
Bear’s expression softened.
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