I admitted I hadn’t seen my classmates in months.

He suggested I start with one ordinary evening and allow it to remain ordinary.

That Saturday I met two former classmates at a small restaurant.

We argued about a baseball game and laughed at an old professor’s habit of correcting grammar on patient intake forms.

Halfway through dinner I forgot to check my phone.

When I remembered, I felt a flash of guilt followed by an unfamiliar peace.

One friend asked whether I wanted to tell them about Chloe.