My Best Friend’s First Love
Language: en
My best friend had a first love she couldn't forget. Often, late at night, she’d drink herself silly, murmuring how much she missed him. I’d wipe away her tears: “If you love each other, you should be together.” She pushed me away: “Zara, you don’t understand.” On the eve of my wedding, I was in a car accident and miscarried. The next day, texts of my best friend being harassed came through. Ignoring my own pain, I braved a blizzard, driving four hours to Riverton. Outside her building, I watched her being pulled into a man's embrace. My best friend's familiar voice drifted to me: “Why are…