The officer reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. He placed it in my hands carefully, as if he’d been given specific instructions.
“This is about the elderly man you helped at the grocery store yesterday.”
“I was told to make sure you received this personally, Ma’am.”
My fingers were already trembling when I lifted the lid. I stared at what was inside. My hand went still around the box.
“Oh God. What is this?”
***
Let me go back to that afternoon before all of this.
