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

Then he walked away.

The next morning, loud banging shook the front door.

I came downstairs half asleep and froze when I saw my mother speaking to two police officers.

Beside them stood Caleb’s parents.

Everyone turned toward me.

A knot formed in my stomach.

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

“Last night,” I said slowly. “After prom. He walked me home.”

“Did he say where he was going afterward?”

“No. Why? Did something happen?”

The officers exchanged a look.