Chapter 2Less than twenty-four hours after changing his RSVP for the reunion, Jett regretted his decision. He woke up to a slew of f*******: messages from old teammates, the senior class president, people he barely remembered, all expressing their delight that he would be coming. He deleted all of them without responding. If anyone complained, he’d claim he didn’t have time to check f*******: these days, so oops, sorry about that.
The capper came before lunch. Miranda buzzed him with, “I’ve got a Mrs. Lau on the phone for you.”
Jett frowned. The name didn’t ring a bell. “Did she say what it’s about?”
“Just that she needed to speak with you. Do you want me to take a message?”
He was going cross-eyed staring at his spreadsheet. A break would do him good. “No, put her through.” He rolled
