My Daughter Befriended a Lonely Man at the Park — Then an Old Photo Fell from His Pocket

Every morning at exactly nine, the old man sat on the same park bench holding two cups of coffee, though no one ever joined him. My neighbor warned me to keep my six-year-old daughter Sophie away from him, calling him strange because he never spoke, never smiled, and stared at the same spot beneath the oak tree like he was waiting for someone who would continue reading …