A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
You keep calling it something else.”
She stood.
She needed to collect the children, although this time she didn’t tell me the rest of her schedule.
“I’ll call tonight.”
After she left, I asked Frank whether I sounded confused.
“You sound frightened.”
“Can those look the same?”
“To somebody who doesn’t want to listen, probably.”