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

were no hotel receipts from Cleveland, only cash withdrawals.”

“Six months ago,” I said, the timeline tightening in my mind.

“Yes,” Mrs. Peterson said, taking her tea mug as the kettle began to whistle. “He returned on the seventeenth of January with his hair grown out much longer than he usually kept it.”

I thanked her and carried my clean mug back toward continue reading …