The night sky was painted with streaks of violet and silver, the stars faintly shimmering above Eastbridge High as the grand prom event kicked off in the decorated school gymnasium. It was the most anticipated evening of the academic year—a night that represented both an ending and a beginning. Students arrived one after another in sleek cars and glowing smiles, the air buzzing with excitement, laughter, and the sound of music spilling from the open doors of the hall.
But for Paul Landon, the night was not as simple as tuxedos, lights, and good music. It was complicated.
He stood beside his father’s car, straightening the lapels of his black suit, his fingers slightly trembling. The crisp scent of cologne lingered in the air as he exhaled deeply, trying to calm his heartbeat. His father,
