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

That was when I knew.

Whatever was happening, he had known about it all along.

My stomach dropped.

“Leo,” I tried calling out.

He glanced at me.

There was something in his eyes I hadn’t seen before.

Hope.

Real hope.

The kind I hadn’t felt since before my diagnosis.

A moment later, his mother reached the stage.

The principal hurried over.

“What is going on?” he continue reading …