They spoke briefly, and the man gave my son something small in return.
My knees nearly buckled from the shock. I quickly reached for my phone to snap a photo, but just then, the man turned and left, and my son turned around — and saw me standing there.
His face went pale instantly.
“Mom?” he said, frozen in place. “What are you doing here?”
“I think I should be asking you that,” I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady despite the panic bubbling inside me.
He looked down at the envelope in his hands.
“It’s not what you think,” he said quietly.
That’s when I noticed the words written on the front of the envelope.
It wasn’t anything related to crime.
In thick black marker, the envelope read:
“Donation: Ms. Lily’s Cancer Treatment Fund.”
