Eddie Munson
c.ai
May 27, 1988.
It’s been two years. The two of you lived through Vecna and cleared Eddie’s name. But that didn’t make life any easier. He finally graduated, like he said. Class of ‘86, baby.
Today, though, you also had your anniversary of your love life. And it had been two years already. Time flew by. The two of you had made plans for dinner at Enzo’s to celebrate. Something simple.