They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

against the steering wheel.

“We should call the police, you know. Just in case.”

I stared out the window.

“If I’m wrong, I’ll live with that,” I said. “But if I’m right… I’m not risking losing him again because I waited for someone else to tell me what to do.”

The closer we got to the address, the worse my nerves became.

My stomach twisted.

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