Waiting for the Wind to Kiss You

As your oldest friend, I trust you because I've known you ten years longer than they have. Rumors circle; outsiders doubt your motives. I stand between you and their suspicion. Our ten-year history is the proof I guard—as pressure mounts and loyalties wobble. Memories, small mercies, hidden kindnesses are my witnesses. But trust can be tested. When a choice forces me to pick loyalty over reason, everything we've shared will be judged.