I would have to do my own research.
The person who planned the reunion had put a lot of effort into it.
Professional images, thorough itineraries, customized name tags, and RSVP tracking were all included on the website.
I then realized that my failure to receive an invitation to the reunion wasn’t a coincidence.
I wasn’t wanted there by someone.
And Alison, who had shielded me throughout high school, must be attempting to shield me once more from the person who was determined to keep me at bay.
I wasn’t wanted there by someone.
Tara, Kelly, Kyle, Dylan, and everyone else who had harassed me at the time came to mind.
Was the reunion organized by one of them?
Twenty years later, what justification could any of them have for keeping me out?
I would only know if I went to the reunion.
I noted the date on my calendar and input the location information into my phone.
I was going to enter that ballroom and confront whatever was in store for me.
I would only know if I went to the reunion.
That Saturday, I had my heart in my throat as I entered the reunion location.
The woman at the registration desk raised her gaze.
When I announced my name, her eyes widened.”Oh.” She took a quick look at her clipboard. “You-you’re… here.”
I grinned. “Shouldn’t I be?””I just—” she said, looking at the ballroom doorway. “Never mind.”You’re right here.”
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