Emma's POV.

  

  

   I sat across from Mark at our usual corner booth in the diner, stirring my coffee slowly, watching the steam rise up.

  

  

    We had been best friends for over 6 years now, ever since college when he was the teaching assistant in my psychology class and I was the freshman who kept bombing tests. 

  

  

   He was 32 years back then, divorced, with that salt and pepper hair and a laugh that always made me feel safe. 

  

  

   Now I'm 27 and he his 47, I still came to him for everything, breakups, job stress, you name it. 

  

  

   Tonight was no different, or so I thought. My latest boyfriend had...