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

of dusty pie tins until my fingers brushed the cold, rectangular edge of the old tin box. It was an old tea tin with faded lithographed roses on the lid, the corners worn down to the dull gray metal beneath.

I brought it down to the table and lifted the lid, the scent of old paper, cedar shavings, and dust rising into the warm room. Mia did not look continue reading …