At prom, only one boy asked me to dance because I was in a wheelchair. Thirty years later, I saw him again—and this time, he needed help.

Then he picked it up carefully.

“I tried to find you after high school,” he said.

I stared. “What?”

“You were gone. Someone said your family moved. Then everything in my life got small fast. But I tried.”

“I thought you forgot me.”

He shook his head.