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

“You don’t have to turn everything into an accusation,” he added.

“And Daniel?”

“He’s gone.”

I felt my hands become cold.

“You told me you didn’t know him.”

“I meant I didn’t know anything about whatever you’re saying happened.”

“You just told me he’s gone.”

Greg came around the counter.