My Best Friend Married My Father——Then On My Birthday, She Gave Me a Black Box and Told Me to Open It Alone

” I muttered, not looking up.

“She insists on handing it to you herself.”

I sighed, pushing away from my desk with a heavy heart. I expected flowers from a guilty cousin or perhaps a gift from a well-meaning aunt. Instead, I rounded the corner and froze.

Lydia stood by the glass doors. She looked like a ghost—her hair unwashed and pulled into a messy continue reading …