Sitting in the frameshop with no expectations of anyone showing in soft fluffy snow that’s already at least twelve inches deep. But between nailing frame corners together, I spend time with Tim Dawson and Jessie, willing to share my freshly brewed coffee and a family size bag of Sour Neon Crawlers if they’ll tell me what they know.
Little by painful little a story is coming together.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology