A Popular Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom When Everyone Else Avoided Me Because of My Scars — The Next Morning, His Parents and the Police Arrived at My House

The next morning, loud pounding rattled the front door.

Still half asleep, I came downstairs and instantly froze.

We lingered awkwardly on the porch.

My mother had opened the door, and I saw her speaking with police officers.

As I stepped closer, I noticed Caleb’s parents standing beside them on the porch.

Every head turned toward me.

A knot tightened in my stomach.

One officer stepped forward. “Cindy, when was the last time you saw Caleb?”

“Last night after prom.”

“Did he tell you where he was going afterward?”…continue reading …