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

the familiar smell of floor wax and old wood greeting us.

The green carpet in the hallway looked thinner than it had this morning, the edges fraying where the tack strip met the baseboard.

I sat down on my suitcase by the closet, the heavy cardboard box from the office sitting on the floor beside me.

Mia sat on the bottom step of the hallway stairs, continue reading …