Beth Ann From College 16 years Later
The Facebook message was innocuous. “Do you remember me?” Beth Ann wrote. I stared at the profile photo. She was an attractive woman, in her late thirties, or so I guessed. The last name was Sherlock, but I didn’t know a Sherlock. I was horrified to think I would have to remember how I knew her and petrified to think that I didn’t. “Oh my goodness!” I typed. “I haven’t seen or heard from you since we got out of jail!” I had never been arrested, so I knew it was a good safe response. “Well, I...
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