He reached into his inner pocket. His hand closed around something small.
And he stepped down from the stage to meet her.
“Nobody is going to laugh ever again.”
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Steven pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. My breath stopped.
He gently took out a delicate silver charm bracelet with a tiny ballerina. The one thing Rosie had whispered about since she was seven.
“Rosie,” Steven said into the microphone. “I found your diary in math class last week. I should have just handed it back. But I opened the cover, and I saw one line, and I couldn’t stop. I’m sorry. I’m glad I read it, but I’m sorry.”
Rosie’s hands flew to her mouth.
“You wrote that you wanted to be brave like a ballerina. That you wanted someone to see you spin and not laugh.” Steven fastened the bracelet around her wrist gently. “Everyone in this gym tonight is going to see you spin. And nobody is going to laugh ever again.”
