I knew which guys were loud, which ones were quiet, and which ones could turn anything into a joke.
They had been around for pieces of our life together.
Weddings.
Babies.
Promotions.
Bad calls.
Long nights.
I wasn’t walking into a room full of strangers.
At least, that was what I thought.
I picked up the cake shortly before heading over.
The bakery employee handed me the white box carefully.
“Birthday?”
“My husband’s.”
“Big plans?”
I glanced at the balloons stuffed into the back seat of my car.
