The next time I saw Rachel, she looked wrecked. Nothing like the polished woman I remembered.I was honestly shocked.She stood there, heavily pregnant, a grocery bag in hand, her face pale and tired.The second she saw me, her eyes lit up. She started toward me, like she had something to say.Then Thea stepped up behind me."I'm done shopping. Let's go."I smiled and took the bag from her.Rachel looked at Thea—young, bright, full of life.After a beat, she stopped.A few days later, Rachel texted me. I hesitated, then went to meet her.She'd done her hair, but she still looked so worn down it was hard not to feel bad.Rachel had always been beautiful. Even in plain, dated clothes, she still had that effortless grace.When she saw me, she looked uneasy, then forced a smile."You came. I got you black coffee. Sit."I glanced at it and pushed it aside."I don't like coffee. What did you want to talk about?"Pain flashed across Rachel's face."You always drank it before.
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