Each one contained handwritten words.
The officer looked up at me.
“Read one.”
My hands trembled as I unfolded the nearest note.
The handwriting was shaky.
Elderly.
Careful.
The message was only one sentence long.
Mrs. Adele helped me when nobody else would.
I stared.
Confused.
The officer unfolded another.
She paid for my groceries in 2009.
Another.
She sat with my wife in hospice.
Another.
