I was bullied all through school—at my 10-year reunion, no one recognized me, and I used that moment to reveal exactly who I had become.

have a camera pointed at them while they tried not to cry.”

The organizer stepped beside me. “Eva, I’m sorry. That clip should never have been accepted.”

I nodded.

Then I faced the room.

“I don’t need anyone thrown out. I don’t need a perfect apology. I just need us to stop calling cruelty nostalgia.”

Madison’s eyes shone, but I couldn’t tell if it was continue reading …