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

down in his leather chair. “We want what is best for you and Mia. Everything I do is to make sure you two are taken care of.”

I nodded, stepping backward out of the office before I had to answer him.

By five-thirty, the temperature outside was still ninety degrees, the air thick with the humidity of an Ohio summer. I drove to Harold’s house to drop off continue reading …