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

someone watching a fire and waiting for the right wind.

“Honey,” Ethan said more gently, “you’re overthinking this.”

“Am I?”

“Mom just loves me.”

“That isn’t love, Ethan.”

He opened his mouth to argue.

Then his phone buzzed.

Once.

Twice.

He glanced at the screen, and I watched the color slowly drain from his face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He cleared continue reading …