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

She looked about our age, dressed in a dark blue coat and clutching a black leather bag close to her side. She paused just inside the doorway, scanning the diner with the kind of uncertainty you just can’t fake.

When her eyes landed on our booth, something changed in her expression.

It wasn’t relief. It wasn’t recognition, either. It was something heavier, like she had rehearsed this moment, but still wasn’t ready for it.

She walked toward us slowly, her steps careful and measured.

She stopped just beside the table, keeping a polite distance.

“Can I help you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“My name is Jennifer,” she said, nodding once. “You must be Raymond and Ted. I was Rick’s…

therapist.”

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