He nodded.
Did you see me suffer for a man you had a relationship with behind me?
âIâm so sorry.
I stood up.
Why do you tell me now?
Susan hesitated.
âBecause Iâm getting married next month. My fiancĂ© knows everything and told me I should confess before our wedding.
I couldn’t believe it.
I wasn’t confessing because he cared about my pain.
He did it because he wanted to start his new marriage without feeling guilty.
I picked up my phone and looked at our last picture on the beach.
Then I erased it.
âYou were right, Susan,â I whispered. That was really our last photograph together.
He tried to hold my hand, but I walked away.
âPlease donât throw away forty-two years of friendship.
I looked her straight in the eye.