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

“The spare room is ready,” Rachel said, clipping her sentence short. “I put the extra yellow towels in the bathroom.”

“Thank you, Rachel,” I said.

“Don’t thank me,” she said, tapping her fingers against the strap of the bag. “We have a lot of work to do on your resume tomorrow.”

I sat down on the top step of her porch, the wood cool against my jeans.

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