I’m left standing there, still in shock. A part of me—the bitter part—wants to scream how dare she? But another part, the one I buried three years ago, aches with something else entirely. It missed her.
I’ll never admit it out loud, but the truth is, when I wasn’t angry or bitter, I missed her. I missed the girl who used to protect me from bullies. The one who stood up for me. The one who was there through every laugh and every tear. I missed the girl who made me laugh. Who I loved with every cell in my body.
I missed the girl who had been part of my life for as long as I could remember. Every memory I had from before that dreadful night has Piper in it. I can’t think of a day when we weren’t together, when we weren’t connected at the hip.
Her betrayal broke me. It didn’t just break my
