My Daughter’s Friends Brought Prom to Her Hospital Room—Then Her Best Friend Handed Me an Envelope and Said, “This Is the Real Reason We’re Here”

here, right?” he asked, looking at me with a serious expression.

I blinked.

Behind us, laughter drifted from Carol’s room.

I could hear her voice sounding lighter than it had in months.

“Well… yes. To give Carol her prom.”

Slowly, Daryl pulled a thick white envelope from inside his jacket.

His hand trembled slightly as he held it out to me.

“No. I’m sorry,continue reading …