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

“I’ll include that.”

Before he left, I asked what I should do now.

“Change the locks.

Keep the report number.

Call if you have additional information.”

The report existed.

That was more than the source of my fear had given me, but less than the help I had hoped for.

An hour later, Brenda rang the buzzer.