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

down the long gravel driveway, watching him shrink in the rearview mirror until he was just a dark shape against the white garage doors.

The local bus ticket on my dashboard was worth two dollars, but today I did not need the bus. I had my own car, and my own money in my bag.

I drove through the quiet streets of Oakhaven, the sun sitting continue reading …