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

“It could be somebody else’s rental.”

“I know.”

“I wasn’t saying Greg—”

“I know that too.”

She lowered her eyes to the picture.

“He owes about forty thousand on the lease and associated arrears,” she said quietly.

“There are other debts.

He was at my kitchen table last week, crying.”