Neil
Neil Brooks rolled his wheelchair down the path toward Eastbridge University’s library, every push of the wheels a reminder of just how far he’d fallen. Once the golden boy — captain of the basketball team, president of his fraternity, star of every party — he’d owned this campus. Now he was the wreckage left behind after the crash, a busted body in a chair, friends gone, girlfriend gone, family’s attention gone. He masked the humiliation with the same sharp tongue he’d always used to cut others down, only now it sliced at himself too. And of all the people the school could’ve saddled him with to save his grades, it had to be Hour — the foster kid he’d spent years tormenting. Perfect. Just perfect.
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