I Always Gave a Few Dollars to a Homeless Man on My Way to Work — on Christmas Eve, He Said, ‘Don’t Go Home Today…There’s Something You Don’t Know!’

Or a hotel. Anywhere else.”

I stared at him.

“How do you know I have a sister?” I demanded.

He gave a tired little smile.

“I’ll explain tomorrow,” he said. “But you’re not meant to find out like this.

It’ll hurt worse.”

“Find out what?” I snapped. “Who are you?”

His eyes softened.

“It’s about your husband,” he said. “About Evan.”

My throat clenched.

“My husband is dead,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said.

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Tell me everything right now,” I said.

He shook his head.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “Same bench, same time. Please, Claire.

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