“Still counts.”
She looked up at me, and for a moment her expression shifted into something I couldn’t read.
“You saved me back then.”
Then she blinked, and the smile returned, easy and bright.
“Enough dwelling on the past. The reunion is bad enough—” she cut off abruptly and bit her lip.
“Reunion?” I set my cup down slowly.
“Twenty years. Can you believe it?” she laughed lightly. “Are… are you going?”
“I didn’t even know about it.” I pulled out my phone.
I searched my inbox, but found nothing.
