My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

it to. My fingers tightened around my notebook.

“Because you’ve always seemed kind, Hannah. And I’ve noticed how people treat you. It isn’t right.”

I searched his face for a joke. I could not find one, at least not one I could see.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Okay, yes.”

At lunch, Megan almost dropped her sandwich when I told her.

“Hannah. People like Caleb don’t continue reading …