Divorced Three Years Ago

Summary

Years after graduation, Caleb Howard was a name everyone knew.

At our high school reunion, someone decided to play matchmaker, nudging him towards me.

"Caleb, my man! Remember the little shadow who used to follow you around everywhere?" he slurred, reeking of whiskey. "You're single, she's single... why not give it another shot?"

Caleb slowly raised his left hand, a humorless smile on his lips. "I'm married."

The table erupted in shocked whispers.

Only I stayed silent, my head bowed. I couldn't understand why he was still wearing that ring.

We'd been divorced for three years.