The Janitor Everyone Looked Through

his head, overwhelmed.

I wiped my face and realized I was crying.

After the ceremony, I found him in the lobby beside the same marble floor where Victor had humiliated him.

The broken lilies had been replaced.

He was standing beneath Evelyn Harrington’s portrait.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do more,” I said.

He turned to me with warmth in his tired eyes.

“You did continue reading …