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

”

“I’m not.”

I stared at my bedroom wall.

“People are going to stare.”

“Let them.”

“They’ll feel sorry for me.”

“Maybe.”

“That’s exactly what I don’t want.”

His voice became firmer.

“You deserve your night, Elena.”

I closed my eyes.

“Not anymore.”

“Especially now.”

I didn’t answer.

“Elena,” he continued. “Just trust me.”

Trust him.

That was easy to do.

Leo had somehow continue reading …