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Prologue

Cammie

You would think since the invention of the Internet that h school reunion Social media has all but taken away the oing to one in the first place Nowadays, we no longer have to wonder how people fro; we see their , I’ like, “Taco Bell for lunch So wrong, I don’t wanna be right”

Yes, I realize I’m part of the problem

Online interaction h school has been up to for the last ten years I knohere everyone works, who they’re married to, what they look like noThe very idea of a reunion seems anticlimactic, to say the least

Yet, I still want to be there And so does everyone else, apparently, because it’s happening Even though we already know about each other’s lives, I guess we still want to see our classmates in person, to have face-to-face conversations instead of cyber ones To be honest, forone particular someone in person And I have no idea if he’ll be there or not

For whatever reason, Dalton Tho if I told you it hasn’t driven me absolutely bat-shit crazy at times over the last ten years I have no idea where he is, what he’s been doing, if he’s married (please don’t be married), or what he looks like now And trustBecause I triedI tried to find him all over Cyber Land Mostly I convinced myself that it was to satisfy my perfectly natural curiosity, but I know the truth lay somewhere deeper than I cared to admit The more I tried to find him and failed, the more obsessed I became But none of it mattered, because I always came up empty-handed

Dalton Thomas refused to be found

Day Job

Cammie

I swipedthe lock unclick It tended to be chilly at this ti out in the dark all alone for too long so I hurried inside, taking a quick glance behinda sip froodly hour—I walked toward the bank of elevators Sliding reeted by the sound of theto life before a set of doors opened with a loud ding that echoed in the otherwise empty lobby

Once upstairs on the eighth floor, I pulled out an actual key and slipped it into the back door lock The hallway lights turned on as I neared, creating a lighted pathway in front of s inside one of the filing cabinet drawers and heardshouted frouys were scheduled to start theirradio show, and this e alent over thewe needed for the day’s guests, if we had any co in

I was usually tasked with researching the latest celebrity gossip to find interesting headlines from around the world for the DJs to report on, chat about, and/or engage the listeners byinto various offices until I found them

I first started working at the radio station right after college, interning for a full year before getting a paid position in the promotions depart h different divisions until I was finally hired on with the oal had always been to produce either aradio show, since those were the two most popular time slots at any station

I’d been the assistant producer for the last eightdawn, an hour no one in their rightabout this job John and Tom were the DJs, both in their eles since I was in junior high school A fact I enjoyed re them of because it s I could actually tease theet aith While John was the one who tended to push the envelope and asked the tough questions, To or ju in to smooth over any wrinkles John created

“Morning, Cauys said in unison as I entered John’s office Tom, John, and my direct boss, Scott, all looked up at me as I walked in

“Hi So, what have we got today?” I sat down and ju my pen over my notepad

“We have Bronson co in for the commute” Scott stared down at a printed checklist as he asked, “Cammie, did you order the fruit plate, the special juices, and the bagels?”

Bronson was an up-and-coirls who sneaked out of school would be lining up around the building just to catch a glimpse of him

“I did Everything should arrive by seven thirty, and I’ll set it up in

the green room”