![]() Although it would’ve only been the whispers over the last few months that piqued his interest, only the last eight that he would’ve had any reason to give me a second thought.Īnd that reason wasn’t a what-it was a who. My father hadn’t gotten to where he was by being stupid or blind, and I’d seriously underestimated how many eyes and ears had been watching me during my four years. ![]() That was the only explanation for the letter in my hand, for the abrupt dismissal this late in the evening and this close to the end of the school year. Skipping out on graduation and the pomp and circumstance and recognition that came with it? Out of the question. I’d done him proud, rising to the top of my class, and I’d been practicing my salutatorian speech for days. My father had been adamant I receive the best education his money afforded, choosing to ship me down to south Georgia to attend the most prestigious all-boys academy in the country. There was only one reason he would’ve demanded I leave South Haven before the end of classes next week. Immediately…immediately… With every echo of that word through my mind, my heart battered my chest, the ache to rip itself free of my body a plea I was helpless to honor. Your father is quite…insistent you return to Connecticut immediately.” WITH THE NOTE from Principal Stewart crumpled in my fist, I stalked away from his office, away from the words I knew would haunt me forever. ![]()
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