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.

cake.

I drove to the Chinese takeout place near my hotel, still wearing the red dress.

The cashier glanced up. “Special occasion?”

“Kind of,” I said.

“The good kind?”

I thought about it.

“The necessary kind.”

Back in my hotel room, I opened my fortune cookie last.

The paper inside said: “You are stronger than you think.”

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