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

Ted shifted beside me. His posture tightened. I felt it more than I saw it.

“I need to tell you something important,” Jennifer said.

I gestured to the empty seat across from us.

“Please, sit down.”

She lowered herself into the booth with a kind of careful grace, as if the very act of sitting might set off something fragile.

She placed her bag beside her feet, folded her hands in her lap, and then unfolded them again.

“Rick died three weeks ago. He’d been living in Portugal. It was sudden, a heart attack.”

Ted leaned back against the vinyl seat like someone had punched him straight in the ribs.

“No,” he said softly.

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