Our mothers used to joke that we weren’t just best friends.
We were sisters.
As the years passed, our lives changed, but our friendship never seemed to weaken.
I married Daniel. Emily married someone else, but her marriage eventually fell apart. During her divorce, I supported her through every painful moment, just as she had supported me countless times before.
Even Daniel treated Emily like family.
She had her own key to our house, knew our daily routines, and often dropped by without calling first.
I never questioned it.
Why would I?
She was Emily—the person I trusted more than almost anyone else in the world.
Then Daniel died.
His death shattered me. I stopped attending social gatherings, ignored phone calls, and spent most of my days alone in the house we had shared.
Emily was one of the few people who refused to let me disappear into my grief.
