For the first time, she wasn’t trying to justify herself.
Susan told me that as the years passed, the shame she felt every time she looked at me became heavier than the secret itself.
When Michael became sick, she had decided to tell me immediately.
But Michael asked her to wait.
He was afraid of spending the final months of his lsife watching our family fall apart.
And Susan agreed.s
Once again, they had made the decision for me.
I stood up and opened the hotel room door.
Susan understood.
She stood as well.
When she reached the door, she turned toward me.
“Yesterday I said it would be our last picture as friends because I knew that after today, you would never call me your friend again.”
I looked at her.
Thirty-seven years of memories passed through my mind.
Two little girls in a schoolyard.
Our first school dance.
