MY BEST FRIEND OF 37 YEARS SUDDENLY ASKED ME TO TAKE ONE FINAL PHOTO TOGETHER DURING OUR BEACH GETAWAY. WHEN I QUESTIONED WHY SHE SAID “FINAL,” SHE GAVE ME AN UNSETTLING SMILE AND WHISPERED, “BECAUSE TOMORROW, YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT WHO I REALLY AM… AND YOU MAY NEVER WANT TO SEE ME AGAIN.” 😮😮
Secret coffees with my husband. Text messages I was never supposed to read. A crooked little finger we both inherited from somewhere. For thirty-seven years, I thought I knew everything about my best friend. After my husband passed, I found out they’d been hiding something together. I was sure I knew what it was. I was completely, painfully wrong.
CHAPTER 1: THE LAST PHOTO
Paige Calder and I met on the first day of second grade, when she sat down next to me on the bus to Harlow Creek Elementary and asked if I wanted half her peanut butter sandwich.
