A long white envelope addressed to a stranger. Curiosity gets the better of me and I open it. It’s a letter from a daughter to her father. Estranged by the sounds of it.
There’s a return address if the father wants to get in touch, but the address on the envelope is just across the road. What do I do? Do I give it to the man or return it to the girl? It’s decided. It’s not my decision to make whether they’re relationship starts again. It’s theirs.
I head over and post the letter through their letterbox. I’ll never know if this changed their lives or not. But that’s their story. Not mine.