For 25 Christmases, The Same Silent Stranger Appeared Outside Our House At Exactly The Same Time. He Never Spoke, Never Left A Note, And Every Year My Parents Called The Police In Panic. When I Turned 15, I Finally Stepped Outside And Asked, “Why Do You Keep Coming Back?” He Looked Straight At Me… And Burst Into Tears.

to steady myself.

“The stalker?”

“That is what your parents called him, yes. But that is not who he was. Not really. Mr. Anderson, I think you should come to my office. There are things you need to know. Things Mr. Mitchell wanted you to know before he died.”

I drove to Hartford that afternoon. Three hours on I-84, my mind racing the entire way. The man continue reading …