“Who were you talking to?” I asked.

“My lead corporate lawyer in Columbus,” Evan said.

I twisted around in my chair and pointed at the wall calendar hanging by the pantry door.

November eighth was circled in red pencil, with the words Class of 2014 Ballroom Gathering written inside the square.

“Your closing date is the very night of the reunion,” I said.

“Yes,” Evan said simply.

“You didn’t come back to Oak Ridge on vacation,” I said, smoothing my apron over my knees.