Nobody spoke.
The coat had become evidence, then property sealed away with the rest of the items collected during the investigation. Now it was simply his again.
I asked whether he wanted to keep it.
He shook his head.
I thought he might want it thrown away.
Instead, he folded it carefully and placed it in the donation bag by my front door.
My son looked at him. “You sure?”
My grandson nodded and pushed the coat deeper into the bag.
“Give it to a kid who needs one.”
