Amber
“I’m glad we have the chance to talk. I’ve thought of you often over the years.” Vickie blew on her coffee. Except for a few tiny creases around her eyes she looked the same as when we first met twelve years ago.
We were at Raleigh Roasters, around the corner from the restaurant where Vickie worked. The stars were poking through the deep purple twilight, and since most of the surrounding businesses were closed, we had the tiny courtyard to ourselves.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Simona. Seeing you was a shock, so it slipped my mind.” I sipped my tea. “I’ve often thought about you too.” I debated whether to tell her about the mixed feelings I had. What would it have accomplished? My plan was to hear her out, listen to her side of the story before coming to a final conclusion.
