My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

filled with faces staring at us.

Caleb took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. He danced with me like he meant every second of it, eyes on mine, ignoring the whispers rising around us like a wave.

Then a boy near the speakers cupped his hands around his mouth. “Did Caleb decide to host a charity event tonight?”

Laughter moved through the room.

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