It had a heavy paper seal and bold white lettering across the front saying it was restricted to delivery to the named addressee only.

I picked up the envelope and felt the weight of stiff cardboard inside.

I figured it was my routine end-of-tour payroll verification or an active duty roster update.

“Your brother came in at eight fifteen this morning trying to sign for that very package,” Mr.

Henderson said.

I looked up from the red seal.

“Daniel came in here?”

“He said you were tied up at home and asked me to give it to him,” Mr.