I stole a homeless guys wallet. When I went to my backyard today to let my dog potty there were some clothes and when I went to look closer there was a backpack and jacket with a wallet on top of it. The wallet was empty, and I took it inside to show my dad to see if he recognized it or knew what the stuff was, and he told me not to go back outside for now. Then around 9 pm I had to go out with my dog again, so I asked my dad to go check the stuff out with me. When we got there, there was a person. He was sleeping but woke when my dad walked up, my dad said something along the lines of “Hey buddy you’ve got to get out of here, got anywhere else to go? Our yard isn’t very nice,” and then we left, and sat on the porch while my dad called 911 to report it. About 3 minutes before the cop got here he left the yard, so we don’t know where he went. But now I just feel guilty, I have this weight on my chest because I still have his wallet, I didn’t get a chance to put it back. If you were homeless, and one of your only possessions was a well worn, seemingly loved wallet, imagine losing it? I can’t get rid of this guilt and I don’t know what to do about it, I keep looking at the wallet and tearing up.