A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door

got worse as he got older. Juvenile detention. Fights. Eventually prison.

But Caleb never stopped thinking about that night.

Especially once we ended up attending the same school years later.

“At first, I avoided you,” Caleb admitted. “Every time I looked at you, I thought about the fire.”

But avoiding me eventually became impossible.

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