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

“I worry about you in that building,” Harold said, leaning back in his chair. “The neighborhood is changing, and the landlord does not keep up with the repairs.”

“It is what I can afford right now,” I said, taking a small bite of the pastry, though it felt dry in my mouth.

“You should not have to worry about what you can afford,” Harold said, his voice continue reading …