My best friend, Mia, had always disliked my husband,
Aaron. She would warn me, gently but firmly,
that something about him didn’t feel right to her.
I never understood her concern because
Aaron was always supportive and steady with me.
Still, her words lingered in the back of my mind.
Then, only weeks after our wedding,
she suddenly left town without explanation.
I was heartbroken and confused; losing a best friend felt like losing a part of myself.
When I cried about it,
Aaron encouraged me to
move forward and
assured me that friendships sometimes drift.
I tried to accept
that, though the silence
felt strange.
Three years passed,
and life settled into
a comfortable routine.
I almost stopped wondering why Mia had disappeared so abruptly.
