I looked at the documents again, then slowly raised my eyes toward the woman who had shared nearly every important moment of my life.
“Emily,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “How long have you known about this?”
She closed her eyes.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Since before you married Daniel.”
My heart seemed to stop.
“Before we got married? And you never told me?”
She nodded, unable to look at me.
For thirty-seven years, I had believed I knew everything important about my best friend.
Now I wasn’t even certain I knew the truth about my own marriage.
I pushed the papers away and stood up, desperate to put some distance between us.
But Emily reached for my hand.
“Please,” she whispered. “Before you decide that I betrayed you, there’s one more thing you need to understand.”
I froze.
“One more thing?”
She nodded, her face pale.
