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

“You thought you did,” Jennifer said. “But that’s not how he experienced it.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a photo, sliding it across the table.

It was one I hadn’t seen in years, the three of us at 15, standing beside Rick’s father’s old truck.

Ted and I stood shoulder to shoulder, arms slung around each other.

Rick stood just a step to the side, smiling, but somehow apart.

“He kept this on his desk,” she said. “Until the day he died.”

“I don’t remember him standing off like that,” Ted said, studying the photo, his brow furrowed.

Jennifer didn’t look away. “Do you remember the day at the lake?

When he said he forgot his towel?”

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