into the room, he calmly closed the screen.
“School project,” he always said.
“For which class?” I asked once.
“You’ll see.”
I told myself it was good that he had something to focus on.
Then prom night came, and I realized I had misunderstood everything.
Mason arrived alone.
No girl had agreed to go with him.
He sat by himself at a corner table in a navy suit, slowly stirring a cup of punch he wasn’t drinking.
Near the snack bar, I noticed Brielle in a silver dress.
She was
