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

“I didn’t.”

“You were drinking wine.”

“One glass with dinner and part of another in the lounge.

I remember the conversation.”

She put her glasses back on.

“You’ve been worried about Greg.

You haven’t been sleeping well.

Sometimes when people are tired, they do things and forget.”