Mike was always proud of his friends.
“These two are closer to me than brothers. If I ever had to trust them with my life, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second,” he often said.
Daniel and Ben came to our house almost every weekend.
But over the last six months, something had changed.
Daniel had started looking at me strangely. Sometimes, whenever Mike left the room, Daniel would suddenly fall silent and stare at me.
Ben, on the other hand, seemed to avoid being alone with me.
I couldn’t understand why.
Not until that Sunday.
I had prepared dinner myself. Mike had asked me to make all his favorite dishes.
When everyone sat down, my husband raised his glass.
“Tonight, I want to thank my two best friends. You’ve always been there for me. And most importantly, I know I can trust you with my family.”
Daniel smiled.
