LAURA
It was the weekend, and I had plans to meet up with a childhood friend who had recently moved to Beverly Hills. I’d known Tracy for as long as I could remember, but we’d lost touch after I left home two years ago.
I left the office alone around 5 p.m. and drove straight to the restaurant we’d agreed to meet at. Upon arrival, I was informed she had gotten there earlier and was waiting on the second floor so I made my way up.
“Tracy,” I called out softly as I approached her from behind. She turned, eyes already glistening with tears, and rushed into my arms.
“Laura, I’ve missed you so much,” she said between sobs, as she hugged me tightly.
“I’ve missed you too,” I murmured.
Tracy had always been my one true friend. Leaving home meant cutting ties with everyone, especially her. I
