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

what I could,” I said. “Proof that you were loved.”

Tara touched one ribbon and began to cry.

Learning Each Other Again

Later, Tara sat at my kitchen table crying with one hand over her mouth.

I remained across from her.

“Can I sit closer?” I asked.

She wiped away a tear.

“Not yet.”

“Okay.”

After a while, she looked at the cedar box.

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