A Call from Ten Years Later Don't Marry Him

The night after our final high school exams, Julian backed me into the shadows behind the stadium bleachers.

His ears were bright red as he pressed a delicate silver pinky ring into my palm.

He said:

"Chloe, the second we graduate college, I’m putting a real ring on your finger."

I laughed until tears welled up in my eyes.

But the exact second I slipped the ring onto my finger, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call.

The caller ID showed Sienna.

My best friend.

When the video connected, she wasn't in her bedroom.