A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“You need to step away from my car.”
I stopped several feet short of it.
I was suddenly aware of the empty spaces around us and how little I knew about this man.
He opened the door.
“Daniel, I know your face.”
He gave me a look without warmth.
“Then you should remember where you saw it.”
He drove away before I could understand the remark.