A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door

“Thanks for tonight,” I said.

Caleb shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. Then he looked at me seriously and said, “I’ll see you.”

We said our goodbyes, then he walked away.

The following morning, loud banging shook the front door. I came downstairs half asleep and immediately froze. My mom had answered, and I saw her talking to the police. I walked closer and saw that beside them on our porch were Caleb’s parents.

Everyone turned towards me. A knot formed in my stomach.

One of the officers stepped forward. “Cindy, when was the last time you saw Caleb?”

“Last night after prom.”

“Did he say where he was going afterward?”

I shook my head slowly. “No. Why? Officer, did something happen?”

The officers exchanged glances. Then one of them asked something that made my stomach drop even harder.

“Miss, do you really not know what Caleb has done?”

I stared at him. “What?”

The officer spoke carefully. “Our department recently reopened several old reports connected to incidents from years ago to get resolutions. During that process, Caleb admitted he was near your house the night of the fire almost 10 years ago.”

For a second, I couldn’t even process the words.

“What do you mean he was there?”

The officer took a breath. “You need to listen to me and try not to stress about it. Caleb witnessed something connected to your house fire when he was nine years old.”

I stared at him. “What kind of something?”

Before the officer could answer, Caleb’s father suddenly spoke. “He never meant for any of this to happen.” His voice sounded strained, almost desperate.

The officer explained that Caleb’s older brother, Mason, had a history of getting into trouble as a teenager. That night, Caleb secretly followed him on his bike and saw Mason exiting my house shortly before the fire started.

Recently, Caleb finally told his parents part of what he’d seen because Mason was about to be released after serving time for a different crime. But that morning, Caleb’s parents realized he was gone. He wasn’t answering calls, and his truck was missing.

After hearing from another parent that Caleb had spent prom night with me, his parents thought perhaps I knew where he was. I told them I didn’t.

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