The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

know.

Everything special to Marcus.

“They’re old,” Caleb said.

“They are.”

“Why you keep them?”

“Because they took me somewhere.”

Caleb touched one lace with two fingers.

Marcus’s throat tightened.

Coach Brooks saw from across the track but did not move.

He knew.

Marcus lifted the shoes from the box.

“They might be a little big,” he said. “But if you want to continue reading …