My Two Best Friends and I Promised to Reunite on Christmas After 30 Years – Instead of One of the Guys, a Woman Our Age Showed Up and Left Us Speechless

Therapy eventually ended, but their conversations didn’t. Over time, she became his closest friend, the one person, she said, he trusted enough to be fully himself with.

“He talked about you both all the time,” she said. “Mostly with warmth.

Some sadness, too, but never bitterness. He said there were years when the two of you made him feel like he was part of something golden.”

Ted shifted beside me, arms crossed.

“That’s true,” Jennifer agreed, nodding slightly. “But Rick felt like he was always watching from the edge.

Close enough to feel the warmth, but never quite in the circle.”

I leaned forward, trying to process the space between her words.

“That’s not how it was. We weren’t perfect, sure, but we included him.”

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