The worst betrayal
Standing at the bar, I ordered two G&T’s as I waited for my old friend to turn up.
She had recently moved back to town and I couldn’t wait for a catch up.
We’d been friends for years after working together as carers, but it had been ages since we’d last met for a drink.
‘I’ve missed you so much,’ sighed Yasmin once she’d arrived. ‘I’m so sorry we lost touch.’
As the night went on and the drinks flowed, it became clear she was struggling.
She told me about her recent break-up and that she couldn’t afford her rent – it was all too much.
‘It’s really affecting my mental health,’ she said, tears filling her eyes. ‘I feel so low all of the
