10 Years later.
The day holds a hint of sadness as I help Becca pack up her life. Around us, boxes are piled high, mementos of a past Becca is eager to leave behind now that her parents are gone. Her twin girls, Harper and Hayley, are a whirlwind of energy, their giggles a bittersweet melody that pulls at my heartstrings.
"Promise you'll call me every day?" I ask, my hands busied with packing fragile trinkets into the safety of bubble wrap.
Becca grins, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Every day, Avery. Promise."
My chest aches with a dull throb. I can see their futures playing out, a silent movie only I can see. There will be no daily calls, no regular visits. This is the start of us drifting apart. But despite this, I find myself happy for her. She's moving towards a better lif
