My Grandpa Sewed My Prom Dress 5 Days Before Passing—My Classmates Laughed Until the Most Popular Boy Taught Them a Lesson

mouth to say something, anything, and found I didn’t have the strength left to argue. So I turned to leave. I was going to walk back to that apartment and cry into a pillow that still smelled like his aftershave, and I was never going to tell a single soul that this was how I’d chosen to say goodbye to him.

Then a hand closed gently around mine.