A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“I’ll keep the receipts for actual expenses.
The rest comes back.”
We agreed on that because neither of us could bear another argument over money.
Upstairs, I tucked the plate image into my cardigan pocket.
Its folded edge pressed against my ribs.
For the first time since Saturday morning, I had something to do besides search the same empty drawer.
PART 5 — Groceries and a White Envelope
Greg arrived on Tuesday afternoon carrying two brown grocery bags.