What You Threw Away
Language: en
At the welcome-back party after my two-year exchange program, the trivia card I drew was Rachel Bennett. The room erupted into familiar, drunken jeers. "Come on, Devin," someone shouted across the crowded living room. "Let’s see it. Height, weight, favorite instrument, bra size... and where’s that birthmark?" I didn't hesitate. My voice was steady, perfectly level. "Five-foot-six. A hundred and fifteen pounds. Classical piano. Thirty-four C. And the birthmark..." I paused just long enough to take a breath, letting the final piece fall without inflection. "...is on the inside of her left…