A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“If I ever need help with my health, I will ask for it.
You can tell me if you see something that worries you.
But you cannot use my age to make me stop talking.”
“I won’t.”
“We’ll see.”
It wasn’t a cruel answer.
Trust was something I could no longer return merely because someone wanted it back.
Brenda nodded.