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
“Why are you pushing this? I’m trying to protect you.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I said. “Maybe it’s not a good idea.”
Alison’s smile returned. “It’s not like you have to prove anything to anyone.”
I nodded.
Because I knew Alison well enough to realize there was something she wasn’t telling me.
What I didn’t understand was why.
“Maybe you and I can have dinner that night?” I said. “Our own private reunion.”
There was something she wasn’t telling me.
Alison’s lips parted, then closed.
“I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you, sweetie.” She picked up her purse and stood, smoothing her skirt with hands that trembled just slightly.
“You’re going already?” I stood, too.
“Work has been crazy lately.”
She paused at the door, her back to me.
“You’re going already?”
For a second, I thought she might turn around and tell me the truth.
Instead, she shook her head and forced a smile over her shoulder. “I’ll see you Monday for our usual coffee.”
The door clicked shut behind her, and I sat alone in the quiet of my studio.
Something was wrong.
I had felt it the moment she let slip about the reunion, and I felt it more strongly now.
