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”

listen to me. We don’t hide anything from each other anymore. Whatever’s coming, we’ll face it together. No more brave little secrets. Deal?”

She nodded against my shoulder.

“Deal.”

I glanced around the room.

Her friends stood awkwardly near the wall, uncertain whether they should leave.

I shook my head.

“Don’t you dare go anywhere! My daughter’s at her continue reading …