“What do you mean he was there?”

The officer inhaled slowly.

“You need to listen carefully and try not to get overwhelmed. Caleb witnessed something connected to your house fire when he was nine years old.”

I stared at him.

“What kind of something?”

Before the officer could continue, Caleb’s father suddenly spoke.

“He never meant for any of this to happen.”

His voice sounded desperate and strained.

The officer explained that Caleb’s older brother, Mason, had a long history of trouble as a teenager. On the night of the fire, Caleb secretly followed Mason on his bike and saw him climbing out of my house shortly before the fire began.

Recently, Caleb had finally confessed part of what he witnessed because Mason was about to be released after serving time for another crime.

But that morning, Caleb had disappeared.

He wasn’t answering calls, and his truck was gone.

After hearing from another parent that Caleb spent prom night with me, his parents hoped maybe I knew where he was.

I told them I didn’t.

Technically, that was true. But after they left, I kept thinking about the abandoned buildings near the edge of town where Caleb and the football players always hung out whenever they wanted privacy.

So I lied to my mother and told her I needed fresh air.

Then I grabbed my backpack and headed for the bus stop.

Because for the first time since the fire, I felt like the truth was finally within reach.

And I needed to hear it from Caleb himself.

The bus dropped me off three blocks away from the old factory site. Years ago the town had shut it down, leaving behind broken windows, graffiti, and empty buildings where teenagers hid from adults.

I spotted several football players sitting outside one of the buildings almost immediately.

The second they noticed me approaching, the conversations stopped. A couple exchanged looks. One guy laughed quietly under his breath. I ignored them and walked straight over.

“Has any of you seen Caleb?” I asked.

At first, nobody answered.

Then one boy leaned back against the wall with a smirk. “Why? Are you his girlfriend now?”

A few others laughed.

I should’ve walked away right then, but after everything I’d heard that morning, I wasn’t about to back down.

“I just need to talk to him.”

Most of them avoided eye contact after that, but eventually another player named Drew finally spoke.

“He might be at Taylor’s house.”

The others looked at him judgmentally.

“What?” Drew shrugged. “We all know they’re secretly dating.”

That surprised me.

“Taylor with the piercings?” I asked.

Drew nodded. “Her parents are out of town this weekend.”

I asked for the address, and he gave it to me.

I thanked him and left before anyone else could speak.

Twenty minutes later, I stood outside a small blue house after getting out of a taxi. I knocked on the door.

Taylor answered wearing an oversized sweatshirt, looking genuinely shocked to see me.

“Cindy?”

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, but the police and Caleb’s parents came to my house this morning looking for him.”

The second I mentioned Caleb, her expression changed.

Then I heard footsteps behind her before Caleb appeared in the hallway looking exhausted, like he hadn’t slept all night.

The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face.

“Cindy…”

I crossed my arms tightly. “You were there the night of the fire?”

Nobody spoke for a moment.

Then Caleb stepped outside.

“Yeah,” he admitted quietly.

Hearing him say it out loud twisted my stomach.

“What happened?”

Caleb hesitated before answering.

“When I was nine, I saw Mason sneak out of our house late at night. He used to do stuff like that all the time, and I followed him on my bike because I thought it was fun.”

He looked down.

“I lost sight of him for a while because he was on his skateboard, but eventually I saw him climbing out of a window at your house. A few minutes later, I noticed smoke coming from the kitchen.”

I stared at him, unsure what to say.

“I got scared and rode home. Then the next morning, when everyone started talking about the fire and what happened to you…” He swallowed hard. “I kept thinking if I told anyone, Mason’s life would be over.”

“So you stayed quiet?”

“I was nine.”

That stopped me cold for a second.

He explained that Mason’s behavior only got worse as he got older. Juvenile detention. Fights. Eventually prison.

But Caleb never stopped thinking about that night.

Especially once we ended up attending the same school years later.

“At first, I avoided you,” Caleb admitted. “Every time I looked at you, I thought about the fire.”

But avoiding me eventually became impossible.

Classes. Hallways. Football games. Group projects.

And somewhere along the way, guilt became something else.

Then Caleb admitted something I never expected.

Before prom, he overheard several guys joking about how nobody would ask me to dance.

“I snapped at them. One of them almost hit me for it.”

Taylor stood quietly behind us listening.

Caleb continued, “I didn’t ask you to dance because I pitied you. I did it because I got tired of pretending I didn’t care about you.”

That caught me completely off guard.

He explained that after taking me home, he went to Taylor’s house because her parents were gone and he needed advice about finally telling me the truth.

“I planned to come talk to you today.”

I stared at him for a long moment before finally asking the question still bothering me most.

“Why would Mason do something like that?”

Caleb slowly shook his head.

“I honestly don’t know.”

Then his expression shifted slightly.

“But maybe it’s time we ask him ourselves.”