My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

up the cars looked fake.

He didn’t waste time.

“How attached are you to the name Whitaker?”

I sat down slowly.

“What?”

He pushed a folder toward me.

Inside was an offer from the foundation.

Expanded scholarship.

Housing.

Books.

Living stipend.

A paid summer internship after freshman year if I wanted it.

And one line that made me read it twice because my eyes thought continue reading …