“On My 62nd Birthday, A Stranger Bought Me Dessert With A Candle. I Woke Up Alone To A Photograph Of Myself Asleep, And A Note: ‘Forgive Me For What I Did Afterward.’ Then I Found My Safe Empty, And A Second Photograph On My Table: The Stranger Standing Beside My Own Son. On The Back: ‘Your Son Arranged All Of This.’”

jewelry, the documents for my apartment, and cash I’d been saving for years. A chill ran through me. How could Daniel possibly have known? I called a taxi and rushed home. The apartment door was closed, the lock appeared untouched. I hurried into the bedroom. The safe was empty. The money, jewelry, and several important documents were gone.

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