Sarah sat on her living room floor with an old softcover yearbook of her seventh-grade students spread open on her lap. She hadn’t intended on digging into the past when she was cleaning this morning; it just fell into her hands and now that it was in front of her, she found it hard to set aside. She turned the page and stared down at her classroom photo with Roxanne standing beside her. A note from her best friend was scrawled underneath it. Sarah ran her finger over the text and smiled crookedly as she muttered the words:
Love you more, girlfriend. Never forget that!
Love you more, girlfriend. Never forget that!Roxanne had written it shortly after Sarah’s husband died on the mountain. Sarah sat back on her heels. She could still feel the brittle reception Roxanne had given her last nig
