I’m kicking myself for not fighting for her, for not saying anything. I should have said something. Frustrated, I pick up my notebook and skim through. I rip out a couple of pages, crumple them, and throw them across the room. This is why I should never have broken from the recipe. There’s a reason my lifetime motto has been to help others and to put them first. Bree was my childhood friend, my best friend, and my first love. I can’t imagine my future without her, but she’s better than where I come from.
