After Losing 150 Pounds, I Went to My 10-Year High School Reunion

“You can’t erase the past.”

“No,” I said. “You can’t.”

That was when she noticed my name tag.

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Now, she was crying behind a locked stall door.

The old Leah would’ve rushed over. She would’ve knocked three times, apologized, and asked what she’d done wrong.

This Leah turned on the faucet and washed her hands.

“Betty?”

“Please leave.”

“No.”

“You’re the one who ran into a stall.”

I faced the door.

“I’m not going to ask three times. You can tell me, or I can leave.”

“Wait.”