Her prom dress lay crumpled on the floor behind her.
A heavy silence stretched between us.
“If you don’t tell me the truth,” I said softly, “I’m calling the police today. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes widened.
“Mom, no. Please. You don’t understand.”
“Then make me understand.”
Finally, something inside her seemed to break.
“His name is Daniel. He goes to my school.” She sat on the edge of her bed. “A few months ago, he started talking to me after class. He knew I was applying to some really competitive college programs.”
I frowned.
“He found out how much the application fees cost. The summer courses too.” She stared at her hands. “One day he offered me money if I’d go to prom with him.”
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
Tears filled her eyes.
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