Something More
IT SHOULD’VE felt like an invasion of her privacy. But it didn’t. Not with Andrew. Not after all these years. Lucy remembered that first visit. She’d instantly warmed to him, deciding that first day that she’d always come to his optometry practice.
Look at them now, she thought. Both in their early sixties. Still friends. And both single again, through no choice of their own. His wife was killed in a car crash three years ago and it was nearly four years since she’d lost Joseph.
There was so much she and Andrew had shared over the years, both good and bad.
They’d often talked about things that had nothing to do with eyesight or glasses. And he’d tell her about books and movies he especially admired. She treasured the experience of being with
