One of my classmates stood up.
The extent to which he had fabricated history came out all at once.
"Harold didn’t even stay through graduation," she said quietly.
Another shook her head.
"And he was never in our chemistry class."
He said nothing.
The extent to which he had fabricated history came out all at once.
Elise stepped up beside me and held out her hand.
Then I put out my own hand.
"Her key."
For one second, he didn't move.
Then I put out my own hand.
"Give it back."
He reached into his pocket and placed the key in my palm.
The small weight felt warm in my hand.
Even then, he was calculating, searching for whichever lie was still standing.
I took the ring off too and set it on the cake table.
Nora looked at it and frowned.
"That was my mother’s," she said softly.
