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

against the doorframe. “He asked me where his blue sweater was. Twice. He’s just… drifting, I think.”

“He’s just tired, Lydia. We’re all tired.”

“Right,” she murmured, but her gaze didn’t meet mine.

That night, the atmosphere in the house turned suffocating. I watched from the darkened kitchen as Lydia brought my father a continue reading …