When you’ve shared a lifetime of memories with someone, you expect them to stand beside you during every milestone. That’s what I believed about my closest friend, Mia. She knew my heart almost as well as I did, so when she pulled me aside one afternoon and quietly voiced concerns about the man I loved, it left me unsettled. Her words were gentle, never dramatic, yet they stayed with me long after she spoke them.
I had just married Aaron, a man who had always been patient, supportive, and steady in a world that often felt unpredictable. He encouraged my ambitions, listened when I needed comfort, and showed me a kind of calm I had long hoped to find. I couldn’t understand why Mia felt uneasy around him. I asked her more than once to explain what she meant, but she would only say she had “a feeling,” and that she wanted me to be careful.
