A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“His children,” she said.
“What will happen to them?”
“I don’t know.”
“They’ll hear things at school.”
“Perhaps.”
“Mom, I know what he did was wrong.”
“Then don’t make me responsible for every consequence of it.”
She lowered the mug.