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

louder.

I looked into the crowd.

Leo was standing there.

Cheering harder than anyone.

His hair had started growing back.

Mine had too.

For a moment, I thought about prom night.

The shaved head.

The envelope.

The applause.

The hope.

The night I thought I was saying goodbye to my future.

I smiled.

Because it turned out that night wasn’t continue reading …