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My Best Friend Asked If I Loved Her. I Waited Until Morning to Tell Her the Truth.
I had loved my best friend for two years—and spent every one of them helping her believe I didn’t.
Then, after our friends’ engagement dinner, she turned toward me in the passenger seat and asked the one question I had built my life around avoiding.
“Be honest with me, Ethan. Am I really just your friend?”
Part 1 — The Question I Couldn’t Answer at a Red Light
My hands tightened around the steering wheel before I could stop them. Outside the windshield, Denver carried on without the slightest interest in the fact that my entire life had just become a question I could answer with one word. A pedestrian hurried across Colfax Avenue carrying a takeout bag against his chest, and the traffic light washed the dashboard red. Beside me, Maya Bennett waited, her gold earring catching the light whenever she turned her head.
