of the moments his employer had always paid him to leave alone. He set the folder down and closed the door behind him quietly.

Aleandro sat with the picture in his hand for a very long time. He barely moved.

The woman he had spent six years trying to find had been sleeping under his roof for two of them. Making beds. Folding shirts. Peeling potatoes in the same kitchen he walked through every morning. Living in a room he had approved a budget for and never once visited.

And