reached into her jacket and took out a photograph: the two of us against the library wall after an overnight study session. I remembered the sweatshirts, the cold, our friend Priya complaining that we would miss graduation if we kept moving.
I did not remember this.
In the photograph, I was smiling at the camera.
Elise was looking at me.
I looked up.
“Why did you cancel the party?”
She held my gaze for a moment, then glanced toward the folded line.
“Because I’m thirty today,” she said. “And I’m
