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

his voice cracking. “The second floor is almost finished. The contractors completed the drywall yesterday.”

“We were all reaching for pieces of Mike, but we cannot build a life on secrets,” I said.

I turned and walked toward the front door, my shoes clicking against the hardwood hallway.

He did not call after me, but when I reached the screen door, I continue reading …