The bass from the DJ’s speakers thumped through the walls of the old high-school gym like a heartbeat that refused to die. Ten years. Ten f*****g years since graduation, and here she was—back in the same sweaty, over-decorated hellhole that still smelled faintly of teenage desperation and cheap punch.
Nancy Voss adjusted the strap of her little black dress, the one that hugged her curves like a second skin and ended high enough on her thighs to make her question every life choice that had led her here. She hadn’t come for nostalgia. She’d come because her best friend had guilt-tripped her into it with promises of free drinks and “closure.” Closure, my ass. The only thing Nancy wanted closure on was the memory of him.
And there he was.
Leaning against the far wall like he owned the plac
