The room was used for the school’s Friday aftercare program.
I walked toward it.
The door was slightly open.
Hunter was inside.
So was a man I’d never seen before.
He looked about 60 and sat across from my son with a cardboard box between them.
Before I could enter, the man slid something across the table.
Hunter whispered, « Mom said I’m not supposed to have that. »
The man leaned closer.
« She doesn’t know you come here. »