all the houses.
Of all the cities.
Life somehow brought us back together.
After twenty years.
Charlotte wiped her eyes.
“You look completely different.”
I smiled.
“So do you.”
She laughed.
A tired laugh.
But genuine.
Then the laughter faded.
Reality returned.
The exhaustion.
The worn jacket.
The fear she carried when she thought I might report her.
I sat across from her.
“You helped me.”
She looked confused.
“What?”
“Twenty years ago.”
Her expression softened.
The memory returned.
Prom night.
The cafeteria.
The bullying.
Everything.
Charlotte smiled sadly.
“Tyler,
