Chapter Twenty Six - Kiara

I knew she recognised me.

It was obvious in the way she stared back at me too, even as she hugged Maria.

As we sat down, a waiter came around,

“What would you have, Madames?”

While we placed our orders, I caught Erica glancing at me.

“Oh my gosh, it's so good to finally see you, Erica,” Maria said, “It's crazy we've been friends for so long and we're just meeting. It’s been, what, ten years? I was just telling Kiara on the way over about our letters, all those dreams we used to write about. Remember how you’d sketch those little flowers in the margins?”

Maria had given me a brief rundown of how she had met Erica on our way here.

From what I had gathered the few times I paid attention, they had gotten to know each other through a social media post.

Erica had reposted something about mental health awareness. It was so disturbing that Maria, being the good person she was, had reached out to Erica.

It turned out Erica had made the repost at a time when she was drunk and was not even awa