Her closest friend was dead.
She had been best friends with Allison since kindergarten. The two had shared everything. Colds and parties and toys when they were kids. Clothes and makeup and boys when they were teenagers. Carpools and sorrows and joys when they were mothers.
But somethings aren't meant to be shared, she thought as she pulled the knife from Allison's chest. Things like husbands, bitch.
30 July 2014