I turned to Emma. My best friend. My sister.
"The night we met. Freshman orientation. You walked up to me and said my necklace was pretty."
She nodded slowly.
"It was his grandmother's necklace. He gave one to each of us."
I touched my throat. The silver pendant I'd worn since I was eighteen. Emma had the same one. I'd noticed it once, years ago. She said it was a family heirloom.
She wasn't lying.
"Did he plan this?" My voice cracked. "Did he send you to the same college as me?"
"I don't know. Maybe. He paid for both our tuitions. He could have arranged it." Emma wiped her tears. "But our friendship is real, Rachel. Everything we've been through — that's real. You're the best friend I've ever had."