The Reunion That Healed More Than I Expected

The invitation arrived like a ghost from a past I had meticulously buried. A ten-year college reunion. My stomach clenched.

No way. I almost tossed it, but a morbid curiosity, a masochistic whisper of “what if,” made me hesitate. What if I went?

What if I finally faced them? What if, after a decade, the sight of them didn’t gut me? It was foolish, I knew.

Some scars never truly fade. Some wounds just scab over, forever tender to the touch. And seeing him, seeing her… that was the deepest, most agonizing wound of all.Continue reading…