Parting Ways with Old Friends

Summary

At our dinner gathering, my best friend, Maya Miller, leaned in with a drunken smirk.

"If you find out I'm sharing someone's husband, would you still be my friend?"

Before I could answer, Maya kept going.

"I didn't miss our lunch yesterday because I was sick," she whispered. "He installed a floor-length mirror, just to try something new with me."

She took a sip of her wine. "And that retreat last month? Fake too. His wife just had a baby, so he took me to Aspen instead."

I froze in total shock.

Maya Miller suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, come on! I’m totally joking. Look at your face!"