Chloe looked relieved.

“I think Hannah would say the same thing.”

“She would,” I said.

“Probably with a sarcastic comment.”

On the drive home, I thought about what Chloe had said.

I didn’t want her future to become a monument to my loss.

She had a life to live, medical challenges to manage, friends to make, mistakes to make, and decisions that belonged to her.

Hannah’s friendship had been a gift, not a set of instructions.