I agreed to meet with Emily at a Starbucks located between our workplaces on Friday evening. I wasn’t sure if public was the best place for this conversation, but I also wanted to have an easy exit. I had no idea what to expect from this meeting, and the not knowing caused nervous energy to brim from me.
The one thing I was sure of was that no matter how this conversation went, our friendship would never be what it once was—just thinking that caused ice to fill my veins. We had been so close for so long.
As I walk in, I do a quick scan of the shop to check if Emily is already there. Not seeing her, I hop in line to order myself a drink. I will need coffee if I am going to get through this.
Five minutes later, I am seated at an empty table with my Venti coffee watching as Emily enters
