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

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The line went dead before I could ask about the office location or the names of the files.

I looked at the stapled contract Harold had given me, still sitting on the kitchen table next to Mia’s plastic bucket.

The exclusivity clause seemed to grow larger on the page.

I tucked the freelance paperwork into my bag, my hands shaking slightly but determined.continue reading …