Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

matched the handwriting on my original lease. It was George’s writing, plain and unmistakable.

“He was in here yesterday,” Bob said, leaning closer to the metal grating. “Asking if we keep these files on a digital drive. He wanted to know if we could delete the delivery confirmation from the computer.”

“Delete it?” I asked, my voice continue reading …