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

Part of our building’s back entrance appeared at the edge of its view.

“He works late at the water plant.

I asked whether he could check Saturday morning.”

“Would it show the man coming in?”

“If the camera was recording.

Miller said he’d look.”

I wanted to go downstairs immediately.

Frank suggested eating first.