***
When Caleb and I left the facility, neither of us spoke much during the drive back.
But before heading home, we stopped at the police station.
I expected to feel anger.
I found the officers from that morning and told them everything Mason admitted.
And when they asked whether I wanted to move forward with charges, I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “I don’t, and I’m sure my mother won’t, either.”
Because nothing was going to erase my scars.
But for the first time in years, I also realized they didn’t control my life anymore, either.
And somehow, neither did the fire.
A Guy Asked Me to Dance at Prom When Everyone Else Avoided My Scarred Face—The Next Morning, His Parents Arrived With Police and a Secret From the Fire
A guy asked me to dance at prom when everyone else avoided me because of the scars on my face — the next morning, his parents showed up at my house with the authorities.
For one night, I thought the world had finally forgotten how to stare.
That was the foolish part.
Not the dress.
Not the curled hair.
Not the silver shoes my mother bought even though I saw her quietly count the bills twice before handing them to the cashier.
