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

Because if I stayed another second, I would break apart right there in front of everyone.

I moved through the hallway like a ghost. I grabbed my coat from the closet. Picked up my keys. Forced myself to breathe.

Daniel’s mother, Vivian, emerged carrying a tray of appetizers.

“Claire, where are you going?” she asked.

“I forgot something,” I replied.

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