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

on,” he said, looking at the silver mug.

“It is a start,” I said. “And the severance is three months of salary. That gives me ninety days to find another office that needs an assistant.”

He reached up, his fingers brushing the long hair behind his left ear where the compass ink was hidden.

“I was building something for us,” he said, continue reading …