It’s just a stack of yellow Post-it notes. With the same words as before. “Thank you,” he whispers. And just like I knew he would, he lifts each piece of paper to make sure they’re all there. I did them in the opposite order from the way he’d saved them before, with the newest at the bottom. When he reaches the last one, he pauses at the words. And when he looks up at me, I lift the little plastic bag with two Skittles sugar cookies in it. Without saying a word, Hans takes the bag, removes the cookies, then shoves both of them into his mouth.
