Kelly
Seeing Susan in the neighborhood was the last thing I expected. I stopped mid-step, blinking as if she might disappear. But there she was, standing casually with her hands in her jacket pockets, a grin forming on her face when she spotted me.
“Kelly?” she called out, her voice carrying both surprise and excitement.
“Susan?” I asked, disbelief in my tone. “What are you doing here?”
She laughed softly, shaking her head.
“Have you forgotten? This is where we first met during our childhood. My adoptive parents still live here. Their house is just about a mile away,” she said, pointing down the road.
Her words brought back memories I hadn’t thought about in years. Of course, this neighborhood held pieces of our shared history, but seeing her here felt almost surreal.
“I guess I ju
