Chapter Two
Hayden
As I look at the suit hanging on the back of my bathroom door, dread rushes through me. I can’t remember the last time I wore it, but just thinking about putting it on makes me anxious. Truthfully, it’s because there will be a lot of people at this wedding who I haven’t seen in years even though I never left my hometown. I met the bride in high school, and she befriended most of our class, which wasn’t hard for her, considering how sweet and kind she was to everyone even the outcast kids. She was even elected Class President and voted Homecoming Queen. If you lived here, you knew Lena Rochester.
My mind wanders for a bit as I remove the suit from the hanger and slip into my slacks and dress shirt.
Maybe I’ll even see her.
Savannah.
It’s been years since we broke up
