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

Then I noticed the suitcase.

My stomach dropped.

“Ryan?”

He couldn’t meet my eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

The words barely rose above a whisper.

I felt cold.

“What are you talking about?”

He swallowed.

“I can’t do this.”

At first, I thought he meant the diagnosis.

The treatments.

The uncertainty.

I stepped closer.

“We’ll figure it out.”

He shook his head.

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