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

envelope across the blotter toward me.

I opened it and found a personal check made out to me for twelve hundred dollars, the memo line reading “apartment deposit.”

“I cannot take this, Harold,” I said, my throat tightening as I pushed the white paper back toward him. “You already paid the plumber.”

“I only want to make sure you and Mia continue reading …