He stood on our front porch holding my corsage and smiling like he had just won the World Series.
Mom answered the door.
The moment she saw him, her expression changed.
Her smile disappeared.
For several seconds, she simply stared at Noah.
Then she forced herself to smile again.
“Christina’s almost ready.”
She turned and hurried upstairs.
I was standing in front of my mirror putting on my earrings when Mom entered my bedroom.
Before I could ask what was wrong, she shut the door.
Then she locked it.
I stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“Mom?”
She turned toward me.
“You can still go to prom with Noah tonight.”
I laughed nervously.
“Okay…”
“But only under one condition.”
I assumed she was about to give me the usual parent speech.
“No drinking? Home by midnight?”
“No.”
Her hands were trembling.
My smile faded.
“Then what?”
Mom walked over and sat on the edge of my bed.
“You have to hear something first.”
“Hear what?”
“The truth.”
My stomach tightened.
“What truth?”
She reached for both of my hands.
“Something about Noah.”
She paused.
“And something about me.”
I stared at her.
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
“Mom, what happened?”
For several seconds, she couldn’t answer.
Then she took a shaky breath.
“There’s something I should have told you years ago.”
My heart began pounding.
Downstairs, I could faintly hear Noah laughing with my aunt, completely unaware of what was happening above him.
Mom squeezed my hands tighter.
Then she began to confess what had really happened during the darkest year of my childhood—and why Noah had made her a promise I had never known about.
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