While Cleaning A Wealthy Man’s Penthouse I Recognized A Face From My Past

home. Most of my wealthy clients preferred not to cross paths with the people they paid to keep their lives polished. I set down my cleaning caddy in the kitchen and got to work.

That was when I saw it.

Above the fireplace, hung in a place of honor, was a massive oil portrait of a little boy, maybe six or seven years old, with dark hair and blue eyes.continue reading …