She came across the plump, brown, padded jiffy bag when emptying out the chest of drawers in the spare room ready for the new lodger to move in. She had managed to forget that it was here, but knew what it was the minute her hand alighted on the soft paper of the envelope. Lifting it out of the drawer she saw her name and address on the front, block capitals in black marker pen. It was still sealed – she’d never opened it.