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

his fingers curling into a loose fist. “Rachel cannot help you forever, Alison. She has her own life, her own career to worry about.”

“We will manage,” I said, turning toward the steps.

Harold took a step forward, his hand rising as if to touch my shoulder, but he let it drop back to his side. He smoothed his tie again, his fingers lingering on the continue reading …