His Ring Was Never For Her

Summary

The high school alumni group chat started pinging in the dead of night.

Someone, probably bored and nursing a drink, threw out a prompt:

“Three keywords to describe your high school experience. Go.”

The chat, which had been dormant for years, suddenly saw a name pop up that made my heart skip a beat. It was Camille—Camille Sterling—the undisputed prom queen of our graduating class.

“Vibrant,” she wrote. “Passionate.”

Then, after a deliberate pause, she added one more:

“And Nate.”