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

felt heavy in my pocket, like a stone I was carrying into the office.

Mia stood next to me, still holding her rabbit’s ear, looking at the damp spot on the floor.

I walked down the hallway, the worn carpet beneath my bare feet feeling thin and cold despite the rising summer heat outside.

The heat was already ninety degrees by nine in the morning, the continue reading …