I spent two weeks in the hospital, and my husband never came to see me — but when I finally returned home and opened the front door, I stood frozen in disbelief.

isn’t always kind to boys like Nathan. He wasn’t bullied exactly, but he wasn’t popular either.

So when he announced during senior year that he wasn’t going to prom, I wasn’t surprised, though the sadness hit me in that quiet way only mothers understand.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Yep. Parties aren’t really my thing.”

I let it go. But I knew he didn’t want continue reading …