He’d always protected me as much as he could from the bullies who thought nothing of shoving me to my knees, making me eat something, anything, before they’d let me stand again. I was so eager to be done with Forsyth Academy, I never expected the attack. I’d just had my high school diploma placed in my hand. Tears well up in my eyes as I recall the last person to call me that.

I’m more grateful than ever for the anti-nausea medicine that’s pumping through my system as my stomach roils.

It may be a whisper only through my mind, but it’s like someone shouted it in the pre-op room. It’s not nerves it’s an unusual fear that what I’m about to subject myself to isn’t going to change a thing-that no matter what, I’ll always be what they taunted me with all through school. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.Įven as the nurse lays another heated blanket over me to stop my shivering, I can’t seem to get warm. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review.

Easy Reunion by Tracey Jerald