*Mae Tempest*

It used to be that when a knock sounded in the dead of night, I knew what it meant: someone was leaving a babe at my door.

But a knock during the day is another matter entirely. It isn’t one of my children. They always just barge in, making themselves at home, because this is their home, even if they no longer live here.

So I am a bit curious regarding my caller. Still, when I open the door, I am taken by

surprise at the sight of the man standing there. He hasn’t aged particularly well, but then guilt tends to eat at a person, and I...