People turned to stare at us. I felt all the blood leave my face.
“No,” I said. It came out thin and useless. “Baby, no. I swear to you, I didn’t.”
“You paid him, didn’t you?”
Her mouth trembled. “Then why would he say that?”
I reached for her, but she stepped back.
“Elsie, listen to me.”
“Don’t.” Her voice was shaking so hard it barely sounded like her. “Just don’t.”
She turned on her heel and walked away. I was about to follow her, but then Mason appeared at my side.
For one wild second, I thought he was going to apologize.
She turned on her heel and walked away.
Instead, he said, low enough that only I could hear, “I held up my end of the deal. Now it’s your turn.”
I stared at him. “What deal?”
His jaw tightened. He glanced toward Elsie, then toward the hallway by the stage. “Don’t make a scene. Come with me.”
“What are you talking about?”
But he had already turned.
I should have called for the principal right then, or dragged him back into the middle of that gym and demanded an explanation in front of everyone.
Instead, I followed him.
“Don’t make a scene. Come with me.”
Mason led me past the trophy case and the music room, down the dim hallway that smelled like dust and floor cleaner.
He stopped at the narrow supply closet behind the stage and opened the door.
Inside, under one flickering bulb, someone sat hunched on an overturned bucket.
At first, all I saw was a man with graying hair and tired shoulders.
Then he lifted his head.
“YOU?!” I screamed. “You set this up? How could you!”
Someone sat hunched on an overturned bucket.
He stood too fast and nearly hit the shelf behind him. “Rachel, I can explain—”
“No, you don’t get to explain, Darren! You abandoned me and Elsie the night you walked out of our prom. You hired a teenage boy to manipulate our daughter! What could you possibly have to say that would make that right?”
Mason flinched.
Darren frowned. “I didn’t hire him. Not exactly. We made a deal… but listen, that’s not important. I did this because I needed one chance to talk to her.”
“What could you possibly have to say that would make that right?”
I stared at him, too shocked to form words for a minute.
“Please, Rachel,” Darren continued. “I just want to fix things. I have money now… I can help you both.”
“You turned Elsie’s prom into some disgusting setup because you wanted to fix things?”
He nodded.
“You vanished for years. You never sent support. Never sent a letter. Never showed up at a birthday. Nothing.”
“I know.”
“I just want to fix things. I have money now… I can help you both.”
“And now you decide to come back during her prom? Through him?” I pointed at Mason, who looked like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. “Do you have any idea what you just did to her?”
Darren’s face crumpled, but I saw it clearly then: Darren hadn’t changed a bit. He was still the same boy who’d made me believe we had a future before announcing he was leaving.
Then, like something clicking into place, a thought came to me.
“Do you have any idea what you just did to her?”
I looked at Darren for a long moment, then I let my shoulders drop.
His expression changed immediately. Hope rushed in where shame should have been.
“Maybe you’re right,” I said quietly. “Maybe this has gone too far already.”
He nodded quickly. “Exactly.”
“If Elsie finds out you arranged all this before she hears you out, she’ll run.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.”
“So let me talk to her first.”
“Maybe this has gone too far already.”
He took one eager step toward me. “You’ll help me?”
I lowered my eyes like I was thinking, like I was torn, like there was still any part of me left that would protect him.
“I’ll bring her,” I said.
He exhaled hard. “Thank you.”
I smiled.
It was the first lie I’d told all evening.
“You’ll help me?”
When I stepped back into the gym, kids were whispering in knots near the bleachers. Parents stood with careful faces that didn’t hide a thing. The principal was by the exit with Elsie. Mason’s coach stood nearby, along with Mason’s parents.
Good, I thought. Let them all hear it.
Elsie looked wrecked. When she saw me, fresh hurt flashed across her face.
“Elsie,” I said.
“I don’t want excuses.”
“You’re not getting excuses.” I took my daughter’s hands before she could pull away. “Listen to me carefully. Your father is here. He’s been here all night. He’s the one who arranged this. He contacted Mason.”
