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

dark, silent streets, heading toward the house I had sworn never to enter again.

When I reached the porch, I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open. Lydia was sitting on the stairs, her head in her hands. She looked up, her eyes wide with shock.

“You read it,” she whispered.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” I demanded, my voice continue reading …