behind a faded calendar.
The picture showed a line of drivers standing outside Everwind Café many years earlier, arms around each other, grinning in the sun.
Marcus and Trina stood in the middle.
Younger.
Tired.
Happy.
Henry leaned closer.
“Hold on,” he said. “I know this place.”
Sam turned.
“What do you mean?”
Henry tapped the frame.
“Years back, I stopped at continue reading …