The Fatal Best Friend
Language: en
It was my fiancée, Sophia, who first suggested a getaway with her best friends. I should have seen it coming. Her male best friend, Arthur, was in charge of the snacks. He’d swapped out the beef sauce on the pizza for crawfish paste, something I’m severely allergic to. After I took a bite, tiny red patches immediately flared across my face. Arthur just chuckled, "See? You can eat it, can't you?" I frantically searched for my epinephrine auto-injector, only to find the storage box completely empty. Sophia, seeing my reaction, merely paused for a moment before explaining, "Arthur is scared…