Make a wish!’ Lynette exclaimed, as I leant over my birthday cake to blow out the candles.
I wish you hadn’t stolen my husband and ruined my whole life, I thought, miserably, closing my eyes.
‘Watch out, Mum! You’re going to set your hair on fire,’ Kai, my eldest, cried.
I sprang back, and caught Lynette laughing as she wafted away the smell of singed split ends.
Believe it or not, once upon a time, Lynette and I had been best friends. Kim’n’Lyn, people called us.
We’d met at school, hiding at the back of the Maths class because we didn’t know what was going on, and hoping the teacher wouldn’t pick on us with a question.
After school, I got a job in an office and Lynette went to…