“She said there ought to be one cheerful thing in every room.”

I looked at the yellow bicycle in Denise’s photograph on the wall.

It was a coincidence, perhaps, but the sight of it made me smile.

Later Walter tucked the letter into a new folder with his important documents.

The housing counselor had helped him obtain replacement identification, and for the first time in months he had a stable mailing address through the support program.

The old envelope wasn’t a secret fortune or a clue to a hidden crime.