My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

spun his truck keys around one finger and grinned.

“No offense, Emma… but basketball actually matters.”

Nobody laughed.

Nobody needed to.

They all believed it.

For four years I had built my life around scholarships.

Honor classes.

Academic competitions.

Volunteer work.

Late-night study sessions after finishing shifts at the public library.

Meanwhile, Tyler barely continue reading …