As I made my way through the aisles of the grocery store, the excitement of Cher’s upcoming BBQ night filled the air around me. It was a chance to reunite with friends, indulge in good food, and create more cherished memories. I had promised to bring a salad, so I carefully selected fresh vegetables and ingredients, my mind already anticipating the laughter and camaraderie that awaited.

Just as I was reaching for a head of lettuce, a voice that was all too familiar cut through the buzz of activity around me. My heart skipped a beat as I turned, only to come face to face with Daya—the girl who had...