He wore a dark jacket and a plain white shirt.

His face was turned slightly toward the camera, and his expression was serious without looking unkind.

I had found the photograph among my mother’s belongings after she passed away.

I had meant to ask her about it, then remembered that I could not.

Michael came over and glanced at the picture.

“Who’s that?”

“I don’t know.

It was with Mum’s papers.”