“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.’”

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I was about to call the police when I noticed another photograph on the table. This time it was a picture of Daniel. But standing beside him was someone I knew very well. My own son. The picture had been taken several weeks earlier. On the back, someone had written an address and a time, and the words: Your son arranged all of this.

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