Medora
“Hiiii,” I heard the familiar voice before I even saw her. My gaze lingered on the person at the open doorway and there she was—Millie Law, standing in her ever-shining glory. Her round face, shoulder-length blonde hair, sparkling green eyes framed by long black lashes, and thin pink lips curved in a smile. That beauty mark above her lips was unmistakable. Arms wide open, she grinned like sunshine. My childhood friend, my best friend, my Millie.
My shoulders slumped, and before I could stop myself, I broke into an ugly cry, stumbling into her embrace. “Millie, you didn’t tell me you were coming!” I sobbed into the crook of her neck.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay,” she whispered, her arms holding me tightly as my body shook. “It’s been over a year. I just missed you so much.” Her hand str
