The Janitor Everyone Looked Through

with kind eyes, both of them holding a little girl between them. The edges were faded from years of being carried.

“That’s my wife,” Mr. Finch said. “She passed.”

For one second, the whole lobby was silent.

Then Victor said, “Then perhaps you should spend less time being sentimental and more time remembering your position.”

The outrage hit me like heat.continue reading …