Married to My Friend's Wife
In the rearview mirror, I watched her drop to the ground, covering her face as sobs racked her shoulders.
That was the last time I ever spoke to her in person.
Our final meeting came at my wedding.
We kept it small. A quiet chapel, just close friends and family. Megan and I were exchanging rings, and I noticed movement near the entrance, so I glanced over.
It was Mia.
Our eyes met for a heartbeat. She looked startled, then quickly turned away and disappeared down the hallway.
We never saw each other again after that.
Everything I heard about her after that came through mutual friends from back in the day.