A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“Here is fine.”
He leaned across the counter.
“You’re making this bigger than it is.
It’s temporary.”
“Seventy-five thousand dollars isn’t temporary to me.”
“I was going to pay it back.”
The words came so quickly he seemed surprised to hear them himself.
I waited.