I have worked at my parents dry cleaning shop since I figured out how to work the dishwasher.

I have found some weird things in people pockets.

Once I found a receipt for a puse worth thousand of dollars. Another time I found a crumbled piece of paper that had a phone number on it and a love note.

But those have been weird. This one was unsettling. This time, I found a photo of a young man splattered with blood and tears.