Not The Third Shadow
Language: en
The friendship between Asher, Genevieve, and me spanned what felt like seventy years. They were celebrated chemists. And I was the chemist’s wife, and the chemist’s best friend. My life was spent quietly supporting their careers. Then they died on the same day. Their wills stipulated that they leave all their assets to each other and be buried side-by-side: “I want to properly make it up to Genevieve in the next life.” “Next time, can you not compete with me for Asher, please?” In a blink, I was eighteen again. Watching their faces flush as they looked into each other’s eyes, I…