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

it down near my knee before she sat in the wicker chair.

On the grass below the steps, Mia was lining up green pinecones in a crooked row. The dampness from the lawn had soaked the hem of her shorts, but she did not seem to mind.

I opened my blue spiral notebook and laid it flat across my thighs. The pages were covered in neat pencil columns, detailing continue reading …