At first glance, it looked like nothing, just years of grocery receipts, bus tickets, random slips of paper.
I almost laughed.
“Seriously?” I whispered.
But then something caught my eye.
Inside wasn’t food.
On one of the receipts, a single digit in the middle was circled.
I picked up another one.
Same thing, but a different number.
My breathing slowed.
I spread them out on the bench and noticed that every receipt had a single number circled.
