Gage, Colette’s younger brother, lingered at the edge of our circle. He’d grown into his features since high school, no longer the gangly boy who’d slip notes into my locker. “Nice to see you,” he said, his eyes lingering on mine a beat too long. “You, too,” I replied, suddenly aware of Bennett watching our…
“Sarah!” A familiar voice called from across the room. Opel pushed through the crowd, her curly hair bouncing. Behind her trailed Sierra and Gage, my old high school circle complete once again. “It’s been forever!” Sierra exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. “Six months is hardly forever,” I laughed. “In artist time, it’s an eternity,” she countered. Opel stood back,…
Alaric, Colette’s husband of three years, approached with two glasses of champagne. He was tall and angular, with dark hair that was starting to recede at the temples. He handed one to Bennett. “For the non-pregnant among us,” he joked, his British accent clipping the words. “Congratulations,” Bennett said, clinking glasses. “First-time fatherhood. Big change…
The entryway opened to a transformed living space. Lavender floral arrangements adorned every surface. A professional photographer circulated through the crowd. In the corner, a bartender mixed mocktails and mimosas. A neon sign blazed on the far wall: “It’s a Girl!” in cursive pink letters. “This is… wow,” I breathed. “Colette, this must have cost…
“You look incredible,” I said, handing Bennett the gift basket so I could embrace her. Colette held me at arm’s length, her body angled slightly away. “Don’t squish the little one,” she laughed, patting her stomach. I noticed she wore the bump proudly, but something about how she touched it seemed practiced, almost theatrical. “We…
The door swung open before we could knock. “Sarah!” Colette squealed, her arms outstretched. My best friend stood before me, radiant in a floor-length pale pink dress. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, a flower crown perched atop her head. Her makeup was impeccable. She looked like something out of a glossy pregnancy…
Fine,” he said, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just tired from that double shift.” I let it slide. Bennett’s work at the hospital often left him drained. We walked up the manicured path, my arms laden with a gift basket filled with organic cotton onesies, children’s books, and a handmade blanket…
“Looks like half the town showed up,” Bennett said beside me, adjusting his collar. He’d been unusually quiet during our drive over, his hands gripping the steering wheel just a little too tight. “You know Colette,” I replied. “She’s never done anything halfway.” My husband nodded, but something in his expression seemed off. Bennett was…
What I didn’t know then was how deep the deception went, or what it would cost me to finally see the truth about the person I thought I knew better than anyone else. I pulled into the circular driveway of Colette’s suburban home, gravel crunching under our tires. The house was draped in soft lavender…
My husband, Bennett, sensed it, too. His doctor’s eyes tracked movements others missed. When his hand gripped mine and he whispered, “We have to go, now,” I should have listened. Instead, I brushed him off, making excuses like I always did for Colette. It wasn’t until we were halfway home that he said the words that…