There is another person I’ve met. This day she is present.” He made a hazy gesture toward the back row, where I caught a glimpse of a flash of red—a dress that I was familiar with. I followed his motion with my eyes, and they eventually landed on a face that caused my stomach to turn.
This is Tessa. There was more to her than “someone else.” For many years, she had been a member of our group of friends, and she had been invited to our Christmas dinners, birthday parties, and even barbecues. While she was seated with our friends, who were also my friends, she had a small smile on her face, as if everything was absolutely acceptable.
