My classmates mocked my birthmark for years, and by senior year, I’d accepted that no boy would ever ask me to prom. Then the school’s most popular boy took my hand and changed everything. But when the police walked into the gym looking for him, my world shattered.I had perfected the art of being invisible.
That Tuesday, she was home for dinner, which was rare. She set a plate of spaghetti in front of me and sat down with a sigh.
“Hannah, sweetheart, you’ve barely touched your food.”
“I’m not hungry, Mom.”
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