Chapter 86
She even sort of knew where the ring would be, if it was in with her other stuff. There was one box full of old high school memorabilia—yearbooks, photos, letters from old friends, stuff she had brought with her in case she ever felt nostalgic enough to sort through it and promptly forgot. If it wasn’t in there, then it was in her bedroom back at her parents’ house, or in their attic, and she’d just forget it.
It took some doing, clearing a spot on the closet floor where she could sit comfortably, but she managed to find a space and maneuver the box she wanted out into her lap. Looking at it now made her a little sad. Here was a Ziploc baggie filled with faded rose petals from the corsage she’d worn to prom. She had gone with her best male friend, Jeremy, who’d always claimed to love her but she’d known before he did that he was gay.