“Probably an old family friend.”

“He doesn’t look familiar.”

“Not everyone in a photograph has to be someone you remember.”

He reached for the envelope, but I drew it back before he could take it.

“Did Mum ever tell you about him?”

“No.” Michael tightened the lid on the thermos.

“Emma, we have enough to pack without investigating every old photograph.”

I put the picture behind the letter again.