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

without anyone asking him to.

That evening, after Caleb went to bed, Derek sat at my table again and placed a folded document in front of me.

It was a disability claim form, or the beginning of one. A case number. A date. The kind of paperwork that arrives and then sits because completing it requires energy that injury and homelessness had apparently continue reading …