The fewer people that knew, the better. It wasn’t a full-on lie. I’d known her most of my life. Even though we hadn’t talked in years, it didn’t feel that way. It felt like I’d just seen her yesterday. We’d always had a connection. So whether she hated me or liked me, it didn’t really matter. I knew this girl. I knew her well. I may not have understood her choices, but I knew who she was. Good to her core. Maybe she’d just outgrown me. I could understand that. She was always destined for big things. For more. I’d known it early on. I wouldn’t fault her for that. My life was a shit show, and it
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