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

I slowly shook my head. “No. Why? Officer, did something happen?”

The officers exchanged uneasy looks.

Every head turned toward me.

Then one of them asked a question that made my stomach sink even further.

“Miss, do you really not know what Caleb has done?”

I stared at him. “What?”

The officer chose his words carefully.

“Our department recently reopened several old reports connected to incidents from years ago to seek closure. During that process, Caleb admitted he was near your house the night of the fire almost 10 years ago.”

For a moment, I couldn’t process what I’d heard.

“What do you mean he was there?”

“Miss, do you really not know.”…continue reading …