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

There is no room for Mia to run around there.”

“We would make it work,” I said.

“You do not have to make things work anymore,” Harold said, looking back at me. “I am here.”

He knelt on the rug next to Mia, picking up a wooden bridge and placing it over the track.

“See how the train goes under, Mia?” Harold asked.

“Under the bridge,” Mia continue reading …