At My 20 Year Reunion, My Former Bully Laughed Until Her Husband Read My Name

hands and different names. The rest goes.”

Marissa’s knees appeared to buckle slightly. She caught the edge of the table.

David did not move. He sat looking into his empty glass with the expression of a man watching his own reflection rearrange itself into something he did not recognize.

I left them there with the photograph between them.

That night, I continue reading …