“I wasn’t—” she started.
“It’s okay.”
She looked back at the garment bag. “I had a crazy idea… I mean, I don’t want to go to prom, so it’s fine if you say no, but… but if I did go… I’d want him with me. And I thought, maybe, if I used his uniform…”
Wren had spent years pretending not to want what other girls wanted. Birthday parties, team trips, and father-daughter events at school.
She had turned disappointment into a personality so early that it scared me sometimes.
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