A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
I left before he could return to me.
In the car, Brenda asked whether I was all right.
“No,” I said.
“But I’m ready to stop asking him to be.”
PART 7 — Dinner at Brenda’s House
The remaining facts arrived without the satisfaction I had imagined they would bring.
Martha passed the rental information and plate image to the people handling the inquiry.
The Route Nine agency preserved its records.