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

slow footsteps on the carpet. I quickly folded the receipt and placed it back in the tray, picking up the remaining folders just as he entered the office.

“Alison,” Harold said, stopping in the doorway. “I didn’t realize you were still in here.”

“I was just finishing the corporate accounts,” I said, clearing my throat and holding the folders against continue reading …