I married Daniel. Emily married someone else, but her marriage eventually fell apart. When she went through 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, understood our daily schedules, and sometimes stopped by without calling first.
I never questioned any of it.
Why would I?
She was Emily.
The person I trusted more than almost anyone in the world.
Then Daniel passed away.
His death left me devastated. I stopped attending gatherings, avoided phone calls, and spent most days alone inside the home we had shared.
Emily was one of the few people who refused to give up on me.
So when she suggested that we spend a week relaxing at a seaside resort, I finally agreed.
For the first time in months, I found myself laughing again.
