Daniel and I had been married for fourteen years, and my best friend Ava had been part of our family almost as long. So when I saw the text he sent her—”I miss you already”—my whole world cracked. I invited them both to Sunday dinner… and served up a lesson they’d never forget!
Fourteen years of marriage had taught me the rhythm of Sunday mornings.
Daniel humming in the shower upstairs, the boys arguing over cartoons, and my phone waiting for a call from Ava about our weekly lunch.
I loved my life.
Ava had been my person since we were eleven.
She stood beside me in a lavender dress on my wedding day.
She’s the last person I ever expected to betray me.
Daniel came down the stairs, hair still damp.
He kissed me tenderly, then poured his coffee and leaned against the counter.
He watched the boys eat their pancakes with a soft smile, and I watched him..
I remember thinking how lucky I was, standing there in my slippers with an amazing husband and two sweet boys.
Ava called an hour later, right on schedule.
“Tell me you’re free Thursday,” she said. “I need a break from the office and a plate of your carbonara.”
If someone had told me that would be the last normal conversation we’d ever have, I would have laughed.
Later, I caught them in the driveway when Ava dropped off a Get Well Soon card for Daniel’s mom.
She lingered longer than usual as they laughed about something I couldn’t hear.
When I stepped outside, they broke apart quickly.
“There she is,” Ava said, pulling me into a hug. “The queen of the household.”
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