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
When we reached my house, we stood awkwardly on the porch.
“Thanks for tonight,” I told him.
Caleb shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded.
Then he looked at me seriously and said, “I’ll see you.”
We said goodbye, and he walked away.
The next morning, loud pounding rattled the front door.
Still half asleep, I came downstairs and froze instantly.
My mom had opened the door, and standing there were police officers.
Beside them stood Caleb’s parents.
Everyone 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 mention where he was going afterward?”
I slowly shook my head. “No. Why? Officer, did something happen?”
The officers exchanged uneasy looks.
Then one of them asked something that made my stomach sink even further.
“Miss, do you really not know what Caleb has done?”
I stared at him blankly. “What?”
The officer spoke carefully.
“Our department recently reopened several old reports connected to incidents from years ago to get resolutions. During that process, Caleb admitted he was near your house the night of the fire almost 10 years ago.”
For several seconds, I couldn’t even process the words.
