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

“No, dear.

Go home to the children.”

This time she didn’t look relieved to be released.

She asked whether I was sure.

“I am.”

She kissed my cheek and left.

A few minutes later, I heard an engine outside.

Greg’s red sedan stood near the curb.