My prom dress stayed untouched while I faced a stage 3 diagnosis—until my date did something at prom that changed my life forever.

He wasn’t looking emotional.

He was looking toward the gym entrance.

Waiting.

Almost like he was watching a clock.

A second later, I heard the doors burst open.

Every head in the room turned.

My heart stopped.

Leo’s mother was marching down the center aisle.

And she wasn’t alone.

In her hand was a sealed official envelope.

She walked with purpose straight toward continue reading …