“Because you would’ve stopped me.”
He was right.
“I almost did anyway.”
“I know.”
A few seats away, one of the mothers who had laughed earlier lowered her eyes.
Another woman covered her mouth.
Then someone behind us whispered,
“Was that his sister’s dress?”
The question spread.
So did the answer.
His twin sister.
She died.
It was her graduation dress.
She asked him to wear it.
The whispers that had humiliated Aaron only minutes earlier changed completely.
I looked over his shoulder.
The boy who had filmed Aaron walking across the stage slowly lowered his phone.
Another student stared at the floor.
A girl near the aisle started crying.
Then I saw Ben.
Aaron’s best friend stood against the back wall.
I hadn’t known he was there.
His face had gone pale.
He slowly walked toward us.
Aaron noticed and stood.
For several seconds, neither spoke.
Ben looked at the dress.
Then at the flower.
“I didn’t know,” he said.
Aaron’s expression hardened.
“You didn’t ask.”
Ben swallowed.
“I thought you were trying to make some kind of statement.”
“I was.”
Aaron looked down at Mary’s dress.
“Just not the one you thought.”
Ben’s eyes filled.
“I’m sorry.”
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