perfect plan.
But as I watched the doctor study the results, I realized our dream might have uncovered something terrifying.
Something our families had hidden for decades.
My name is Sarah Miller. I’m thirty-two, and Emily Parker has been my best friend since childhood.
We met when I was seven and she was six.
My family had just moved into the yellow house next door when Emily appeared carrying two chocolate cupcakes.
“We’re going to be best friends,” she announced confidently.
She was right.
We attended school together, shared secrets
