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

He stood up slowly, exhaling.

"I was there that night."

"What?"

"The night of your parents' crash. I was there."

I stared at him.

"That doesn't make any sense. You would've told me."

"I wanted to," he said. "I just... didn't know how."

"I was there that night."

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I shook my head.

"I was 11. My parents had gotten into a fight that night. I snuck out on my bike just to get away for a bit. I was heading home when I heard it. The crash."

He glanced down, as if he were seeing it all over again.

"I rode toward the sound," he continued. "And when I got there, the car was already damaged. Smoke had started to build up. The other car involved had stopped for a few seconds but quickly drove off. I didn't think. I just dropped my bike and ran to your parents' car."

I gripped the wheels of my chair.

"I rode toward the sound."

"I saw you in the back seat. You were unconscious. I pulled your door open and got you out, then dragged you away from the car."

My throat went dry.

"My parents?"

Daniel's jaw tightened.

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