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o annoying little laugh, just fear. I sat up straight from

d , "forget about what?" "Prom." "How am I suppo

ke you know something about my prom." He sighed, "it's not that simple." "Then make it simple." "I can't." "Why?" "Bec

Daniel was just an annoying boy who loved getting on my nerves. But this wasn't that Daniel. He wasn'

time the sun came up, I was exhausted. I dragged myself out of bed, took a quick shower and put o

row "Girl, what happened to you?" "Nothing, I just didn't sleep well." She crossed her arms "was it because of Daniel?" I

ssages. She read them carefully, and the longer she stared at the screen, the more concerned she became. "First grade? The crayon? High school?" I nodded. "And then they mentioned your prom." "Yes." Sophie looked at me "How does this person know all of that?" "

"how can you not remember?" "I don't know, it feels like something is missing." She raved for my hand "then we need to find out what happened." I looked

d forget about the messages and everything Daniel had refused to tell me. Art had

painting. When I finally stepped back, I noticed something. A small red crayon was sitting in the corner of the painting. I had drawn it without even

tudied the painting for another moment before saying "maybe your hands remember something your mind doesn't." I forced a small laugh, but her words s

ocket. I pulled it out, expecting a message from Sophie b

sking questions. Some memor

prom. I stared at the screen, recognizing the decoration, the crowded dance floor and the blue dress I had wo

d beside him. Someone was standing just outside the frame, but their face was missing from the photograph. My fingers trembled as I turned the picture over. Four words were writ

s night, and seeing him only reminded me that he was keeping something from me. "You could have told me the trut

turning my artwork into a small business. He explained how we could create an online portfolio, promote young artists and eventually organize an e

f him. His smile disappeared instantly. "You were there." I said. Daniel stared at the photograph without saying anything. Then he looked at me "where did you get

senior prom. "Why are you asking about that?," he asked. "Because something happened that night and everyone seems to know except me." Sean looked away, "Layla, leave th

." "Please." "I'm not leaving until someone tells me the truth." Sean sighed but nobody answered. I looked between the th

m?" Daniel looked at Sean, then Noah before finally meeting my eyes. "You're not ready for what happened that night

before turning the phone toward me. The messag

y something my own phone buzzed. I slowly pul

who was holding you

whether the person I thought I hated ha