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

stood at the front reading from his book.

“Losing a child,” he read, “leaves an empty chair at the table of your soul.”

Tara stiffened.

“You don’t have to,” I whispered.

“Yes,” she said. “I do.”

She stepped into the aisle.

“Was that before or after you left me at Claire’s apartment?” Tara asked. “Funny how the woman you were having an affair with never made continue reading …