Gone with My BFF

Summary

My best friend was dying. Her surgery had failed.

I was sobbing, my cries raw and ragged, clinging to her as her life slipped away. But then she leaned in and whispered a single sentence in my ear.

The words stopped my tears cold. A hysterical laugh bubbled up from my chest.

Just moments before, my best friend had been in a catastrophic car accident. Her only hope was an emergency surgery that only two people were qualified to perform: my brother and my husband, both renowned surgeons.

My brother was also her husband. I called him first.