They Missed My PhD Graduation—So I Used The Empty Seats To Tell The Truth

“the world” included Amber’s party schedule.

I opened my keyboard, thumbs hovering over the glass screen.

I typed: You promised.

Deleted it.

Typed: I reserved front row seats for you.

Deleted it.

Typed: I’m hurt. I’m so incredibly hurt.

Deleted that too.

What came out instead, after several false starts, was:

Me: Oh. Okay. The auditorium will be packed. Hope continue reading …