As the day wore on I got more and more upset. I stayed in my room the whole time, trying to study and both hoping for and dreading Mitch getting home. But when the door opened, and I looked at the smiling face of my best friend, all my resolve broke.
"Hey, Cindy. What a drive." Her face was tired, without her customary grin.
"Hi." I stood up as Mitch dropped her bag on our bed. I took a hesitant step forward. "You okay?"
A tired smile. "Yeah. Long weekend. It's good to be home, though."
"I'm glad you're back." My voice cracked as I said it. Mitch's face was concerned, and she put her hand on my shoulder.
"You okay?"
I went towards her, my face screwing up in emotion as she pulled me into her embrace. I rested my head on her shoulder as her strong arms went around me. It had been lite
