We kept staring at each other. “This may sound strange,” I said, “but do you want to—” “Yes,” she interrupted. “Whatever it is, yes.” I laughed through the sob that caught in my throat. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask you.” “It doesn’t matter. You’re my friend.” Tears poured down my face as I pulled her into a tight hug. I cried into her shoulder, and she wept into my hair.
