There was a pause on the other end of the line. Just long enough to make my stomach tighten.
“You remember Nancy,” he said. “From high school.”
The room felt suddenly smaller.
For a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. I hadn’t heard that name in years, but it landed like a punch to the chest. Some names never lose their weight.
“Nancy?” I finally asked, already knowing the answer. “That Nancy?”
“Yes,” he said cheerfully. “She’s incredible. We reconnected a couple of years ago through mutual friends. It just clicked.”
