The Most Beautiful Girl in School Invited My Son to Prom – I Thought She Wanted to Embarrass Him, but the Real Reason Left Me Speechless
Then I walked him down the driveway. I took a couple of photos of them together, saved Madison’s number in my phone, and made her take mine, just in case. Then she opened the car door for my son, and I stood and watched them with my hand pressed flat against my chest.
“Please,” I whispered in prayer. “Please let me be wrong about this.”
The taillights disappeared down the street, and I was alone with a silence that felt far too loud.
I stood and watched them.
***
Hours after Nathan left, I was still pacing the living room in my socks. I’d refreshed his location on my phone so many times that the battery started running low.
My son was still at the venue. That was something, at least, not nothing.
I told myself a dozen times to sit down. I put the phone on the charger, poured a cup of tea that I didn’t drink, picked up a book, and read the same paragraph four times before giving up.
Then, three hours after my son’s departure, my phone lit up, and my stomach turned over.
I was still pacing the living room.
The caller ID showed Madison’s name. Not Nathan’s. Madison’s.
Every awful scenario I’d buried over the last few weeks came roaring back. I pictured Nathan stranded somewhere, his suit jacket folded over his arm, that shine in his eyes gone. I almost couldn’t make myself swipe to answer.
“Hello?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted.
“Miss Walker?” The girl on the other end sounded steady, almost gentle. “It’s Madison, Nathan’s date.”
“Is he okay?” I blurted. “Is something wrong?”
I almost couldn’t make myself swipe to answer.
“No, no, please don’t worry,” she said quickly. “He’s totally fine. He’s actually on the dance floor right now. I just stepped outside for a minute because I wanted to call you.”
