I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

Then back at me.

“You left your bracelet downstairs,” she said.

I wasn’t wearing a bracelet.

“I can get it in the morning,” I said.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll show you.”

Show me.

My chest did a weird lurch. Melissa and I had been friends since sophomore year. Not best friends, not secrets-under-the-bleachers close, but lunch-table friends. Group-project friends.continue reading …