Everyone Ignored Me at Prom Because I W

victory: proof that I could still step into a room without being only “the girl whose parents died in the fire.” Then Daniel found me, standing on the edge of the dance floor, and treated me like I was simply a person worth knowing. No pity. No careful, hushed tones. Just a hand held out, a joke, a song. For the first time in years, I moved without continue reading …