“Final? Tracy, we’re not exactly saying goodbye forever.”
Instead of laughing with me, she slowly removed her sunglasses.
“I mean our last picture as best friends.”
My smile disappeared.
Then I noticed her hands.
They were trembling.
“There’s something I’ve been keeping from you,” she said. “Something I should have told you years ago.”
“I don’t know how you’re going to look at me after tomorrow.”
Slowly, I turned toward her.
“Does this have something to do with Neal?”
Tracy closed her eyes.
Her shoulders dropped, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
She didn’t say yes.
She didn’t say no.
But after thirty-seven years of friendship, I knew her expressions better than anyone.
And the look on her face told me that my husband’s name was at the center of the secret she had been hiding.
PART 2
“Tracy,” I said.
“What have you done?”
