The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

twice. Her hands were shaking enough that I finally covered them with my own just for a second so she’d stop missing the slot.

Her skin felt paper-thin.

She whispered, “I sent the money.”

I kept my eyes forward because every camera in the room was pointed at us.

“What?”

“Those money orders. Every Christmas. No return address. That was me.”

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