I Found My 17-Year-Old Sneaking in at 4 A.M. After Prom — What Slipped Out of Her Purse Broke My Heart

how she felt.

She thought about it for a moment.

“I feel like I don’t need his sorry to be okay,” she said.
“But I’m glad he said it anyway.”

I put my arm around her as the crowd filed out around us, parents embracing their kids, photographers angling for one last shot.

She had gone into that night thinking she was making a practical decision.
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