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

I came downstairs half asleep and immediately froze.

We stood awkwardly on the porch steps.

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.

Everyone turned towards me.

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.