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Henri

My conversation with Edi when I got back to my room was a sad confirmation of how things would never go back to being as they once were when we were just best friends.

It started off fine with her gushing about her new niece. She’d gone on and on, and I let her, preferring she talked rather than saying too much about how my day had gone. Then suddenly she gasped. “Oh, my God, babe, I’m sorry I haven’t even asked you how the trade show went.”

My first thoughts should’ve been to assure her that it was fine. A new baby in the family was far more exciting than a boring safety trade show. Instead, I worried about who might be within hearing distance. She’d mentioned earlier that Gemma had stopped by with homemade baked goods and muffins. I still hadn’t told Gemma about Edi and me.