It looked almost like sadness.
When the song ended, he crouched beside me.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said quietly.
I asked him why.
Before he could answer, a police officer entered the gym.
Chapter 4: The Officer at the Door
The officer spoke with the principal first.
I watched their faces change. The principal glanced toward me, then toward Daniel. My stomach tightened.
Daniel went still.
“What’s happening?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer right away.
The officer approached us with careful steps, the kind adults use when they are carrying news too heavy for a child, even though I was no longer a child.
“Emily,” he said gently, “I’m Officer Hayes. I knew your parents.”
The music kept playing behind him, but the sound seemed to fade into water.
I gripped the wheels of my chair.
Officer Hayes looked at Daniel, then back at me.
“There is something you were never told about the night of the accident.”
My throat closed.
Daniel’s face turned pale.
And suddenly, I understood that prom had not brought the past back by accident.
Chapter 5: The Boy in the Smoke
Officer Hayes told the story slowly.
Years ago, on the night my parents died, another child had been nearby. A boy riding home with his father had seen the crash. He had seen the flames. He had heard shouting before the car was swallowed by smoke.
That boy was Daniel.
He had been only a child himself, terrified and shaking, but he ran toward the wreckage when others froze. Before the fire spread completely, he pulled open the damaged door and dragged me out.
