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

a fraction of what Harold had offered to hand us, but every digit belonged to me.

“Benjamin called the office line twice yesterday,” Rachel said, turning her cup in her hands. “He wanted to know if you had spoken to a lawyer about the payroll discrepancy.”

“I have not,” I said.

“He is terrified of a audit,” she said. “The partners are trying to figure continue reading …