“Every single can of soup, package of socks, and box of school crayons went straight to Rebecca’s front porch after dark.”

Rebecca froze where she sat, her mouth parting slightly as she stared directly at my face in sheer disbelief.

“What are you saying, Brenda?” Rebecca asked aloud, her voice trembling across the quiet gallery benches.

“For nearly five months, Clarence has been sneaking onto your walkway after dusk to leave boxes of fresh food, infant supplies, and school bags right outside your door,” I told her openly.

Rebecca shook her head back and forth as tears immediately began welling in the corners of her eyes.