A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“Then be worried about the man who took a picture while I was asleep.”
That quieted her.
She studied the photograph without asking to hold it.
For a moment, I thought she had finally reached the same place I had.
Then she said, “But how would he know about the safe?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“That’s what doesn’t make sense.
Unless you told him.”