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

the parking lot was ninety degrees, the air thick with the smell of hot asphalt and car exhaust.

Rachel held the bottom of my cardboard box while I unlocked the trunk of my car.

Inside the box were my desk calendar, three blue pens, and the small framed drawing Mia had made of a yellow house.

“I tried to talk to Benjamin after the meeting,” Rachel said,continue reading …