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

The room erupted.

Questions flew everywhere.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“How much money did you donate?”

“Who were you helping?”

Finally Caleb looked up.

His eyes found mine.

And then he said something that changed everything.

“Because I know what it feels like when people think you’re worth less than everyone else.”

The gym became quiet again.

A strange quiet.

The kind that settles when people realize they’ve been looking at the world the wrong way.

One of the officers nodded.

“His mother told us about his brother.”

I saw Caleb tense.

The officer continued gently.