She was sweet in front of my dad, cold when he left. Every time I spoke up, she twisted the story. “Tom just wants attention.”By the time prom came around, I was quiet, waiting for college and freedom. But I was excited — not for the dance, but for Taylor. The girl who passed me notes, smiled with her whole face, and said yes when I asked her.

Dad wanted to bond, so we went suit shopping. I chose navy. Stuart picked charcoal. It didn’t matter. I was happy just to go.Until I came home prom day and found my suit in pieces. Cut. Destroyed. I didn’t need to guess who did it.Leslie claimed it was an accident — she “ran over