Emily
I reached out to my childhood friend. His name is Jack, somebody who was there that day when Derek died. Him and his family left the city, but have recently come back in the last few months, living in a house, just down the road from my father's current one.
I texted him over social media last night, asking to see if he had the time to talk. Thankfully, he did, and agreed to meet me at my favorite café in the downtown area.
Now I'm sitting in a booth towards the back. My eyes scan the busy coffee shop, the place is unusually busy for a day like today. I feel apologetic for Jack who pushes through the crowd, taking a seat at my side.
“Long time no see, Jack,” I breathe the words out, refusing to let my anxiety take over my body. It has been in control for long enough. It is time f
