Then my phone buzzed.
I glanced down and saw Miriam’s name.
My stomach tightened before I even opened the message.
“Come to our reunion. All our friends will be there, and even your ex, Mark, now my fiancé. We’re really looking forward to seeing you. XOXO, Miriam.”
Just like that, I was seventeen again.
I sat down hard in the empty classroom and read the message three times.