“I know half of you want me out of here right now.”Theo stopped. His voice had cracked on the last word.For a moment, he just stood at the microphone in that red dress while people whispered behind me. The church was so full that some people were standing along the back wall. Every one of them was staring at him.My husband, Daniel, was half-standing beside me. One hand on the pew in front of us. His jaw tight.I had one hand wrapped around his sleeve. I wasn’t sure anymore whether I was holding him back or holding on.Theo looked down at himself.
A Teen Wore A Dress To His Best Friends Funeral Until His Speech Changed Everything
