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

that tattoo years ago, Alison, there is no need to keep questioning his past,” Harold said, his voice slow and deliberately calm, though his fingers tightened on his tie.

“I know,” I said, forcing my voice to remain even. “I was just organizing the desk.”

He smiled, a warm, reassuring expression that did not reach his eyes, and sat continue reading …