There’s a pang in my chest at the hurt in her voice. I can understand why it’s there. She’s my best friend, someone I tell everything to. And I’ve neglected to tell her one of the most important decisions of the last few days. I really wasn’t going to up and leave without telling her, was I? Or was I so caught up in my own turmoil and life-turned-upside-down that mentioning it to her had slipped my mind completely?
“I was going to tell you,” I sigh and Josie crosses her arms. “I just…”
“Started packing your entire life into boxes without even giving me a hint?” she finishes, arching a brow.
I wince. It sounds worse when she puts it that way. Honestly, it is kind of worse if you really think about it. Usually, you tell a best friend something of this caliber before you start even buying
