#Chapter 40: Unlikely Friends

Hannah The next day, my phone buzzed with an incoming call as I was brushing my hair out in front of the mirror. Picking up the phone, a knot of dread instantly formed in the pit of my stomach as I stared at the name flashing across the screen. Emma. The last time we had spoken, things hadn’t exactly ended on the best of terms. I had, after all, revealed that her husband was cheating on her. Surely she didn’t think very highly of me. With a heavy sigh, I swiped to accept the call. “Hello?” “Hannah, it’s Emma,” her voice filtered through the speaker. “I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.” “No, no,” I assured her, rubbing my temple as I settled onto the edge of the bed. “What’s up?” “Well, I was hoping we could get together for dinner tonight?” she asked, her tone taking on a slightly hesitant edge. “There are some things I’d like to discuss with you, if you’re free.” I pressed my lips together, weighing my options. After the way I had callously revealed her