Amy
Claire looked exactly the same.
And completely different.
Which somehow made perfect sense.
People changed.
Life changed them.
Time changed them.
Yet some things remained familiar.
Her smile was one of those things.
The moment I walked into the restaurant and spotted her near the window, I recognized it instantly.
She stood.
"Amy."
I laughed.
"Claire."
A second later, we were hugging.
The kind of hug reserved for people who once knew your entire life.
Even if years had passed.
Even if things had changed.
When we finally sat down, neither of us knew where to begin.
So we started everywhere.
Work.
Family.
College.
Old professors.
People we'd lost touch with.
The conversation flowed easily.
Comfortably.
Like no time had passed at all.
And for a while...
It fel
