I Found Out About Our 20-Year High School Reunion from an Old Friend Because Nobody Had Bothered to Invite Me – But the Moment I Walked Through Those Doors, I Realized Why
“Are you going?”
I leaned back in my seat. “Should I go?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t worry about it. Why dredge up all those bad memories?”
I felt something stir in my chest, a small flame of defiance I thought I had outgrown.
“Because I’m not the overweight kid with braces and thick glasses anymore, Alison. Maybe it will be good for me to confront my former bullies with my success.”
She let out a sharp breath and finally set the coffee cup down. “Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”
“Should I go?”
“Why not?”
“Why are you pushing this? I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
“From them. From feeling like that girl again.”
I tilted my head and looked at her for a long moment.
There was something almost desperate in her voice.
