these to me. Someone who finally got tired of pretending.”
Brielle spun toward her friends.
“Which one of you did this?”
Hannah, one of the quieter girls, looked down.
Mason continued.
“I’ve been working with Mr. Avery, the school counselor, since October. This was supposed to be shown at next week’s assembly. I wasn’t planning to use it tonight.”
Then he paused.
“But a friend warned me that someone was planning something for me at prom. So I brought this with me.”
The room went completely still.
“I sat alone
