The Reunion

I almost didn’t come to our fifteen-year high school reunion.

But now I’m here. Snowed in.

And someone’s already dead.

It should’ve been a special reunion. Free champagne. A five-star resort. The promise of closure. Laughter. Memories. Old friends — even if they never really saw me.

But it’s all really weird. Our old prom dates are waiting tables. Our teachers are lurking in corridors. And one by one, the people I once called friends are acting like we’re back in school.

There were eight of us.

But one vanished after prom.

And someone knows what really happened that night. They invited us here for a reason.

And they’re not going to let us leave.