Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."
Derrick and I had been high school sweethearts with the hopeful teenage dream of being together forever. One careless moment changed everything, and the weight of keeping it secret drove us apart, first to different colleges in different states, then to different worlds. He took over his father’s architecture firm in Portland, and I opened an art studio in Sacramento. 20 years and a failed marriage later, I’m 27 miles from seeing him again. This High School Reunion might be our last chance to deal with our shared guilt and move past it. Maybe even rekindle an old teenage dream.
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