Reborn at the Reunion I Exposed the Class That Framed Me

Ten-year class reunion. Glasses clinking in the private room, the air thick with cheap nostalgia.

Nelson Whitney stood up without warning and slammed his palm on the table.

"Let me tell you all a secret. Our class? Every last one of us—scum. Cancer on society."

"That assault near campus back in the day? That was us."

"Russ Pruitt was the ringleader. I was the brains."

The whole room burst out laughing, sure he was just running his mouth.

Nelson stuck out his tongue. "Kidding. Just livening things up."