None of those things happened.
There were tests and activities, the usual humdrum of high school life. Some nights Connor had homework. Most nights he worked on his prosthetic for Prom. He didn’t get to spend much time with friends outside of classes, including Emery, but by Friday the paint job on his new arm was drying. Once Saturday came around, he couldn’t wait to show Emery how his outfit had all come together, especially the arm.
Jules and Aurora had elected to get ready at Connor’s house. “It’s not any fun alone,” Jules had said, “plus I want some male opinions on this dress!”