For a second, I could not breathe.
My name sat on official letterhead.
Not Amber’s.
Mine.
Dr. Cole smiled. “You earned this.”
The word did not feel like revenge.
It felt like evidence.
“Do you want your family informed before commencement?” she asked.
“No.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes. They can learn when everyone else does.”
The night before graduation, I barely slept. Memories passed through me like ghosts that no longer owned the room.
Dad’s voice. Not worth the investment.
Mom’s silence.
The bus station.
