I wanted to tell him our friendship was finished.
I wanted to ask who gave him the right to manipulate the biggest decision of my life.
Instead, I said only two words.
“Come. Now.”
Thirty minutes later, Raymond stood on my porch.
He looked pale but calm.
He didn’t pretend he didn’t know why he was there.
We sat at my dining table with that old wicker basket between us.
Then Raymond finally told me everything.
“I loved you before Ben,” he said.
I stared at him.
He had loved
