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

in his locker at the gym,” I said. “I thought they cleared that out last summer.”

“I kept a few things safe,” Harold said. “For when you were ready.”

I did not take the mug, but the image of it stayed with me all through the afternoon as I keyed invoice numbers into the ledger at my desk.

At five o’clock, the gravel in the firm parking lot was hot enough continue reading …