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

I did not chase him.

I stood long enough to note the car’s color and shape, but by the time I thought of the plate, it had turned onto the street.

At the police station, I added the encounter to my report.

Officer Vance took the details, though he looked doubtful when I said Daniel had denied knowing me.

“A photograph of you doesn’t identify the person who took it,” he said.

“No.