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

He nodded. “Her parents are out of town.”

Twenty minutes later, I stood outside a small blue house and knocked.

Taylor answered in an oversized sweatshirt, her eyes widening when she saw me.

“Cindy?”

“I’m sorry for showing up,” I said quickly, “but the police and Caleb’s parents came to my house this morning looking for him.”

The moment I said Caleb’s name, her expression changed.

Then footsteps sounded behind her.

Caleb appeared in the doorway, exhausted and pale, like he hadn’t slept at all.

“Cindy…”

I folded my arms tightly.

“You were there the night of the fire?”

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Caleb stepped outside.