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

by her hand, her small fingers sticky from the paper cup of punch she had spilled earlier. Her yellow summer dress, bright against the dark grass, was already smudged with dirt at the hem.

“We need to find our shoes, sweetie,” I whispered, clearing my throat to ease the tightness there.

She did not answer, only clutched her stuffed gray rabbit tighter continue reading …