I froze.
The officer smiled kindly.
“Several months ago, we discovered another anonymous act connected to Caleb.”
I looked at Caleb.
His eyes widened.
“No.”
The officer laughed.
“Oh yes.”
“What did he do?” I asked.
The officer reached into the folder.
Then he pulled out a photograph.
I recognized it immediately.
My mother.
Standing outside our tiny house.
Holding grocery bags.
My breath caught.
The officer handed me the picture.
“Last winter, after your mother lost overtime hours at work, someone anonymously paid your heating bill.”
I looked at
