THIRTEEN Catie and Sophie were already seated when I met them for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. I finally had told them about my new job, and we had decided to get together for a little farewell dinner. Before I even had a chance to hang my purse on the back of my chair, Catie started in on me.
“So, what are you running from?” she asked pointedly.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she put her hand in the air to stop me.
“The truth,” she emphasized.
There were varying versions of the truth. There was the truth-truth, the half-truth, or the partial-truth. Lately, I’d been giving only snippet-truths, so I decided to tell my two deserving best friends the complete truth. I opened my mouth to speak, and tears welled up in my eyes.
“Wow,” Catie said, motioning for our waitress. “
