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

An hour later, Caleb drove us to the correctional facility two towns over. Taylor stayed in the car while Caleb and I went inside for visitation.

The whole drive, my stomach stayed in knots.

Part of me expected Mason to look terrifying.

Instead, when he walked into the room, he looked tired, older than he should have, and already ashamed.

The second he saw me beside Caleb, his face fell.

Nobody spoke at first.

Then I leaned forward.

“Why did you do it?”

Mason stared at the table.