A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son

She had also said I didn’t need Greg’s acknowledgment to dispute the documents.

I understood that.

I still wanted to hear him say the name of what he had done.

Brenda offered to come.

I asked her to wait in the car outside.

The shop was open, and I stayed in the front where the windows faced the street.

Greg saw the blue folder immediately.

“We’re doing inventory,” he said.