Hey there, Mom,” he said, wrapping me in a quick hug that smelled like expensive cologne.

“Looking good today, Danny. What brings you by?”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Just wanted to drop off this month’s help. I know things are tight.”

I took the envelope, feeling the familiar weight of cash. Dany had been giving me $1,000 every month for the past two years. It meant I could eat something besides canned soup. “You’re too good to me,” I said, my voice catching. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”