I had spent years living in the silence that followed the accident.
When I was ten, a fire took my parents and left me unable to walk. After that, people treated me differently—careful, distant, unsure. My wheelchair became something others didn’t know how to approach.
So when prom came, I chose to go. Not because I expected anything special, but because I wanted one night where I wasn’t defined by what happened to me.
At the dance, I stayed near the wall, watching others move freely under the lights, feeling more invisible than ever.
