Micheal was only half listening to the conversation going on around him , He had thought tonight would be okayThe bar was a place he’d never been, so it shouldn’t bring up memories. But the location wasn’t the problem.Maybe at some other places , it definitely was at times, but tonight, it was the company.He glanced up at the man sitting to his right. Robert Anderson, his best friend growing up. Robert had changed very little, maybe a bit thicker in the middle, broader in the shoulders. But he still had the same easygoing nature and a dry sense of humour. And he still had Sophia, his beloved wife.He glanced at Sophia, Robert’s wife for… was it five years already? Sophia looked the same, too. Maybe a little more mature, more refined too.An image of Sophia and Beverly immediately flashed through in his mind. One brunette, the other was blond, both had ponytails. They’d been as inseparable as he and Robert had once been. As all four of them had been. They’d always assumed they’d sta