At 6, I Promised My Best Friend We’d Go to Prom Together—12 Years Later, Mom Set One Condition.

“Mom…”

“I know.”

She wiped another tear.

“I was scared.”

“And he?”

“He just said…”

She smiled weakly.

“‘Okay.’”

Of course he had.

BUT THAT WASN’T THE SECRET SHE WAS ASHAMED OF

Mom looked toward the floor.

“For six years, I misunderstood your friendship.”

I frowned.

“How?”

“Whenever you defended Ethan…”

“Changed plans because somebody excluded him…”

“Waited for him…”

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