I hesitated, the weight of her concern both comforting and unbearable. The urge to confess everything rose like a tidal wave, but I swallowed it back. Stella didn’t deserve to carry the burden of my mistakes, not when she had no idea she was already a part of them.
“I’m just tired,” I said, forcing a smile. “Really, Stella, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”
She leaned back, studying me intently. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’m your best friend, Mel.”
Her words were a lifeline I didn’t deserve, and for a moment, I considered grabbing hold of it—telling her everything. But the thought of her face twisting in pain, of her trust shattering, was too much to bear.
“Thanks, Stella,” I said softly, avoiding her eyes. “That means a lot.”
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