The officer handed me the picture.
“Last winter, after your mother lost overtime hours at work, someone anonymously paid your heating bill.”
I looked at Caleb.
His face was red.
The officer continued.
“Then someone arranged for groceries to be delivered twice a month.”
Tears filled my eyes.
My mother had always claimed a charity organization helped.
But apparently that wasn’t true.
The officer smiled.
“Then somebody paid for your prom ticket.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Prom ticket?
My eyes snapped toward Caleb.
The ticket.
The dress.
