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Savannah
Present — Derek
Ash answered the door already holding a beer. His brow furrowed. “What are you doing here?”
I hefted a bottle of whiskey. “Care for something harder?”
His eyes held mine. Ash and I had been friends for a long time. Our parents had thrown us together as kids. Despite me being two years older, we hung out all the way through college. Only drifting apart when I was gone at Harvard and then hanging out more when I returned without Marley, a brokenhearted i***t. He’d been the best man at my wedding. He knew when something was up.
“Always,” Ash said, throwing the door wide.
That was the best part about our friendship. Neither of us ever had to f*****g talk about it. He’d eventually heard what had gone down with Marley. I obviously knew all the nuances of his re
