I still have the photo of the boy. I don’t know why David, I’m going to keep calling him David, I don’t know why he left it on the bed when he took the wallet back.

Maybe he forgot it. Maybe he left it on purpose. It’s on my nightstand right now and I keep picking it up and looking at that kid squinting into the sun.

Some days I think I understand what he did and why. Other days I think understanding something and being okay with it are two completely different things and I’ve been confusing them for a week now.