A few students laughed, and for one peaceful moment, I felt steady.
Then my phone vibrated.
The message was from Miriam.
“Come to our reunion. Everyone will be there. Even your ex, Mark—my fiancé now. We’re so excited to see you. XOXO.”
In one second, I was seventeen again.
Miriam had made my high school years miserable. She mocked my secondhand sweaters, my library books, and the way I answered questions in class. She called me “Miss Perfect” so often that people stopped calling me Daphne.
Years later, she found Mark, my husband, and gave him a new story about me. According to her, I was cold, judgmental, difficult, and impossible to love. GetMarriage Tips
And Mark believed her.
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