I let my best friend of 26 years move in after her husband cheated on her. But when my husband learned she was staying with us, he asked one question that made me wonder if I really knew the woman I’d trusted for half my life.
I stood in the hallway outside my own guest room, with my hand on the doorknob.
I couldn’t turn it.
Behind the door, a woman was laughing. I knew that laugh. I’d known it for twenty-six years.
Then a man’s voice, low and muffled.
My stomach dropped.
Please don’t let it be Dean.
I couldn’t turn it.
A week earlier, I wouldn’t have thought that about my best friend. Not for one second.
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It started on a Thursday, with a phone call.
“Carol, can I stay with you? Just a few nights. I can’t spend another night in that house.”
It was my best friend Vanessa.
Her divorce from Mark had been final for two weeks. She’d told me a year ago that she caught him cheating.
She was still living in their old house while she looked for an apartment.
“What happened?”
It was my best friend Vanessa.
“He brought his new girlfriend over. She was eating breakfast in my kitchen. Using my coffee mug. Can you believe that?”
I didn’t hesitate.
When my mom died, Vanessa brought me dinner every night, helped with the funeral, and stayed by my side when everyone else moved on.
“Come tonight,” I said. “The guest room is yours.”
“The guest room is yours.”
She showed up that afternoon with two suitcases and a box of photographs. I made her tea and helped carry her bags upstairs.
“Didn’t you ask Lauren if you could stay with her?” I asked. Her younger sister lived fifteen minutes away.
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