It was my birthday, Riley organised a venue to celebrate.
I had to go.
Outside the venue in the back of the chauffeured company car, I said goodbye to Angela for her final day at work.
I promised her the agreed terms and she assured me of her friendship.
We shared a hug and parted for a year, and more for her maternity leave.
I lost my right hand.
She played along with my façade.
She suspected but never asked.
She sort-of understood.
She didn't question and she didn't doubt.
She only followed and executed.