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

slicing, but he adjusted the front of his tie with his free hand, smoothing the silk flat against his shirt. He was wearing his hair longer than usual, the dark strands curling slightly at the nape of his neck.

“We had a small breakfast, but Mia always has room for fruit,” I said, clearing my throat before I spoke.

I stood near the edge of the island,continue reading …