I have a secret. And it’s tearing me apart.
I wish I could tell someone. But the thing is, it’s not my secret to tell. It’s a secret my close friend has burdened me with and I’m beginning to resent her for it.
She cheated on her husband.
Angie and Dave (I’ve changed their names) have been together since high school. We all grew up together, in a small town where everyone knew each other. So it was almost inevitable they’d fall in love.
Dave followed Angie to the big smoke when she went to university to complete her finance degree and he did engineering. We stayed close, writing letters each week, and I was the one Angie called when they split up briefly the summer after first year.