Lena’s throat tightened. “Julian…”
The invitation arrived in a cream-colored envelope, heavier than it looked. Seven years. That was the headline, printed in elegant gold script beneath the embossed logo of Ridgemont High. Seven years since they’d tossed their caps into a humid June sky and scattered like seeds into the wind. reunion7
She took his hand. The mirror-ball scattered light across the gym floor like fallen stars. And for the first time in a long time, Lena wasn’t looking back. Lena’s throat tightened