I acknowledged Mrs. Xander as I passed her, not sparing a single glance or word for Nash and Yvonne.
He was right.
We didn’t have anything to do with each other.
We were simply childhood neighbors who had spent the first dozen years of our lives side by side. Nash and I were born in the same hospital, just moments apart. Our mothers even shared a room, separated only by adjacent beds. So, we were practically glued together from the moment we opened our eyes.
From childhood to adolescence, our lives followed nearly identical paths. We went home together after school, did our homework side by side, and frequently visited each other’s homes. Whenever Mrs. Xander made a new dress, she would have my mom try it on, and whenever Mr. Xander received new wines, he would invite my dad over to sample them.
