It's been seventeen years since I've seen my best friend, Sharon. Seventeen years. A lot happens in that amount of time. We have daughters the same age, too - my daughter, Katie, and her daughter, Meara. I'm sure they would've been the best of friends just like us if they'd been given the chance. But they weren't. Until now.
Sharon's coming home. I wish it was under better circumstances. The reunion will be bittersweet. She's fighting for her life, and while I can't wait to see her again, it's going to be hard to watch her suffer, to watch her struggle for her health. I plan to do everything I can to support her.
I'm Lydia Mitchell. My husband, Darren, and I run The Cove Inn, a bed and breakfast. It's been in my family for generations. That's where Sharon met David. I'm not sure if I should be grateful for that or not. I know they loved each other, and Sharon got Meara out of it. Still, sometimes I wonder. Are you better for the experience and the broken heart or would you be better having never loved at all?
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