Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Face To Face

They drove to Edgar’s house, a run-down building with peeling paint and cluttered porch. When the door opened, Edgar looked worn down, unshaven, his clothes hanging loose.

Frank showed the footage on his phone. Edgar didn’t argue, didn’t run. He simply stood aside silently, as though he had been expecting this moment all along, resigned to the truth.