The best part of the story is that he keeps his wallet in his underwear drawer, and I've opened and closed that drawer about 120 times, passing my hand over the wallet at least twice a day since it happened, never bothering to look inside.
Garrett did not get in trouble. It was my fault completely. What did happen is that Emma found the money and when I saw it I grabbed both Emma and Garrett and did a happy dance. Twice.
That money burned a hole right through my pocket and is now gas fumes. It took us 1800 miles though, and the mini vacation was well worth it. Those details are to come. Right now I have mounds and mounds of laundry to finish.