I Let a Homeless Man Stay One Night and Came Home to a Different Apartment

blanket was folded. The trash was taken out. The sink, which I had last seen containing four days of dishes and two pots I had been strategically avoiding, was empty and wiped down.

I heard movement from the kitchen.

Derek stood at the stove in one of my oversized t-shirts, his brace on, balanced carefully on his good leg. A small loaf pan on the counter.continue reading …