My Best Friend Stole Him

Synopsis

Lily Cooper had lost weight. Three years had passed since I'd last seen her. Now she stood outside my company's building, wearing a gray sweater covered in pills, a two-year-old child tugging at her hand. The wind whipped her hair across her face. She hadn't bothered to comb it. The old Lily would never have looked like that. Back then, she wouldn't leave the house without at least forty minutes in front of the mirror. I stood by the third-floor window and watched her for two minutes. Then I had the receptionist bring her up. The moment she sat down, her eyes turned red. "Victoria, I..." I poured her a glass of water. "Take your time," I said, my voice even. She had no idea that I had been waiting for this day for three years. She had no idea that in the right-hand drawer of my desk, there was a manila envelope that had been waiting just as long.