I zipped the garment bag closed, humming under my breath, with no idea that this was the last ordinary evening of my life.
***
The following day started normally.
I texted Terry, and he told me he was going to leave town in the afternoon. He’d had the suit fitted and wanted some last-minute alterations. But he was still going to meet me at the school gym that evening.
I kept myself busy with prom preparations for the rest of the day.
***
My mother dropped me off at school that evening. My father was struggling with a backlog, according to my mother.
“Terry better have you home by midnight, no later,” my mother said.
“He will, thanks.”
***
The prom was packed, and everyone looked good.
The last time I checked, Terry had left town long ago, but he still hadn’t made it to school and wasn’t responding to my texts or calls.
