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.

There’s a difference.”

Ashley swallowed. “There is.”

I left before she could ask for more than I had to give.

In the lobby, I passed the ballroom doors.

Madison was near the wall, smaller than I’d ever seen her.

Brielle wouldn’t look up.

The organizer was taking down the video screen.

My phone buzzed.

Mom: How’s my girl?

I smiled.

Me: She finally walked into continue reading …