quiet girl next door, hopele
o be my moment, my chance
, not for us, but for Jessica Vance, the
buzzed with the call that would shatt
essica, under those very lights, his
g around me, he just fumbled, then admitted they were locke
as I ran miles in my prom dress, missing my father'
mere bid for attention, laughing about the
larity: they never saw
ot as the shy girl they discarded, but as
king redemption for a past he barely remembers, bu