"I'll miss you Felicia," Trevor had said at the airport. I hugged him fiercely and though I had promised myself I wouldn't shed a tear, I betrayed myself and let myself sob on his shoulder.
"Don't cry Felly," he said in a whisper, rocking us back and forth. We pulled away and he smiled at me. "I'll be back by Christmas."
"And we'll be at the adoption centre?" I asked, laughing amidst the tears.
"Promise," he said, placing a pinky promise on it.
I handed the novel, The Catcher in the Rye to him. He searched my eyes, his hands feeling the novel.
"Are you sure?"
"Take it as a present from me to you. I'm so happy for you Trevs."
At this moment, every bitterness I had weakened into a puddle and was drying away. No jealousy but complete happiness for my friend.
"Keep that store running. More pet adoption."
"Trust me Trevs. I've got to go. Group session."
"Take care of yourself. I'll call once I get settled in."
