A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
Another angle showed he was wrong; it was a Chevrolet Malibu.
He shrugged when we corrected him.
“Good thing we’re keeping the picture instead of my opinion.”
A small barcode sticker appeared on a side window.
I remembered the silver car outside the bistro.
It could have been the same vehicle.
I couldn’t yet be certain.
The library printer clicked and produced the plate image.