A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
He kissed my cheek.
I remained still.
He withdrew as if I had done something impolite.
“Let’s just have a normal dinner first,” he said.
We tried.
It lasted until he asked whether the stairs were becoming too much for me.
“The stairs are fine.”
“There are those assisted living duplexes near the highway.
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