A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

already in his office.”

I took the files and walked down the carpeted hallway toward the breakroom to make the morning tea. By eleven, the office was quiet, save for the hum of the copier and the low murmur of voices from the billing department down the hall.

Rachel was standing by the glass coffee maker, a yellow plastic pitcher in her hand. She poured continue reading …