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

files?” I asked.

“No,” Mrs. Peterson said, looking down at her keys. “He wanted the personal files. The emergency contact forms from when Mike first started here.”

She closed her trunk with a soft click.

I walked to my car, the key heavy in my hand, and sat in the driver’s seat without turning on the engine. On the passenger seat lay the silver travel continue reading …