My grandfather stitched my prom dress just five days before he passed away — my classmates mocked me, until the most popular boy in school stepped in and taught them a lesson.

up. Glenn. He wore a dark navy suit and stared at me with something I couldn’t quite name. Not pity. Something quieter. Sadder.

“Tina.”

“Please let go,” I whispered. “I just want to leave.”

“Stay right here for 10 minutes.”

“Glenn, I can’t.”

“Please.” His grip tightened just barely. “I’ll be back. I promise.”

Glenn let go before I could argue and walked continue reading …