The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

one more thing.”

I actually laughed from pure nerves. “Of course there is.”

She opened the top drawer of her nightstand and took out a folded stack of papers held with a rubber band.

Medical bills.

Insurance denials.

Payment plans.

Amounts circled in pen.

“I’ve been using the savings account.”

I sat beside her and flipped through them. Numbers stacked on numbers.continue reading …