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

another in a counselor’s office.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Blocked Mom’s number for now.”

“Okay.”

I wasn’t happy.

I wasn’t angry.

I was simply relieved.

On the drive home, my phone buzzed.

A text message from Richard.

“You were never alone in there.”

I read the message twice before slipping the phone back into my bag.

As for Lena, she hasn’t apologised yet, and continue reading …