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

Her desk held a neat stack of listings, a family photograph, and a calculator with a roll of paper curling beside it.

She began apologizing for not answering my call the previous evening.

I placed the printed still on her desk.

“Look first.”

She put on her glasses.

“Is this the man?”

“Yes.”

“He came to your building?”