“Did you hold on to any mail for Derek?”

She looked at the back fence, then at Lily.

“Two weeks ago a courier dropped an envelope in my mailbox with your address on it.

No postage.

I put it on my hall table and meant to carry it over.”

“May I see it?”

She went inside and came back with a manila envelope, worn soft at the corners.

The front said: Derek Nolan.