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

“Did he ask you for money?”

“I don’t have that kind of money.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

“Yes,” she said.

“He asked.”

I had spent Saturday wondering whether Greg knew Daniel.

Now I had to consider what Greg might have done after everyone with money had told him no.

Brenda looked at the still again.