unexpected kindness

The envelope arrived on a Tuesday morning, addressed in a shaky hand to To Whoever Knows Where Daniel Carter Is Now, and the mailman stood on my porch refusing to slip it through the slot until I signed, as if he knew that whatever was inside would not let my life stay the same.
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The envelope arrived on a Tuesday morning, addressed in a shaky hand to “To Whoever Knows Where Daniel Carter Is Now,” and the mailman stood on my porch