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

against my palms as I carried it to the kitchen table. Mia watched me open the lid, her fingers still holding the rabbit’s ear.

I sorted through the glossy prints, past the wedding pictures and the trips to the lake, until I found the small, faded photo from nineteen ninety-eight. It was Mike and Harold standing outside a tattoo parlor in Toledo during continue reading …