At Prom, Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance While Everyone Else Ignored Me Because I Was in a Wheelchair – The Next Morning, an Officer Knocked on My Door and Revealed the Truth About Him

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Daniel's house was on the other side of town.

I rolled up to the front door and knocked.

"I don't have time to explain."

A woman opened it a few seconds later. She looked surprised.

"Hi. Is Daniel home?"

Her expression shifted, just slightly. "He... left early this morning."

That hesitation stuck with me.

"I really need to talk to him. Officers came to my house asking about him. About my parents."

Her grip on the door tightened.

For a second, I thought she might send me away.

Her expression shifted.

Then she sighed. "He's at the community center on Maple. He volunteers there on weekends."

"Thank you."

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When I got to the community center, I spotted Daniel right away.

He was outside, sitting on a low bench near the entrance. I wheeled straight toward him.

"Daniel."

He looked up.

The second he saw me, something changed in his face, as if he knew this moment had been coming.

I spotted Daniel right away.

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