A car horn goes off down the block, and I swear I see a shooting star above us. “Hudson?” “Hm?” “Thank you for telling me about your mom. Thank you for listening to me. Just… thank you.” We don’t say anything else. I put my chin on top of her head and drape an arm over the back of the bench. I like having her by my side. She might be the most favorite friend I’ve ever had, and I know I should be the one thanking her.
