The missing piece in Joanne Wittstock’s life was a childhood friend whom she hadn’t seen for nearly four decades. She just wasn’t sure if he would want to see her.
Wittstock and Kent Wiley were inseparable growing up in a Toronto neighbourhood. They played and went to school together, and were even each other’s best men at their weddings.
But as their lives changed the pair drifted apart, as people do.
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