BEST FRIEND
The doorbell rung, it was katy, we’d organised a girly night for tonight, movies, wine just the usual saturday night. Except I opened the door to tears streaming down her face and frantic mumbles, I couldn’t understand a word she was saying. ‘Come in babe, we’ll get you a glass of wine and you can tell me what all these tears are about yeah?!’ Katy was two years younger than me, I’d always felt a kind of motherly instinct towards her like she needed looking after. With a glass of wine in her...