~ Lily ~
I don’t expect to hear from Ginger again so soon after our last lunch. The conversation we’d had only days earlier still lingers with me, sitting in the back of my mind the way uncomfortable truths often do. We hadn’t argued exactly, but neither of us had walked away unchanged. I’d watched her defend a relationship that seemed to ask everything from her while giving almost nothing back, and I’d gone home wondering whether honesty was worth the damage it sometimes caused.
So when my phone lights up halfway through the afternoon with her name, I hesitate before answering.
She sounds different. Not happier. Lighter. The difference is small enough that most people wouldn’t notice, but I do, because the sound of hope in her tone changes her voice and makes every sentence feel as tho
