was a woman’s.
Brenda.
I peeled back the dark layers of plastic.
Underneath the letters was a small photo.
A little boy grinned up at the camera with a gap where his front tooth should have been. He was holding a plastic dinosaur. There was a savings passbook tucked beneath the photo, and when I flipped it open, the account was in a boy’s name. Milo.
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