Only One Boy Asked Me to Prom Since No One Else Wanted to Go With Me Because of the Birthmark on My Face

last three months.”

The room exploded with whispers.

Three months?

Investigation?

My knees felt weak.

One of the girls who had been mocking me moments earlier covered her mouth dramatically.

A teacher hurried toward us.

“What is going on?”

The officer glanced at Caleb before answering.

“We’ve received multiple reports regarding a series of anonymous donations made throughout the county.”

Nobody understood.

Not even me.

The officer continued.

“Someone has been secretly paying medical bills, utility bills, and school lunch debts for dozens of families.”

The gym became quiet again.