The days had gone by slowly since Marcus suggested I go to the university, the cheque still sat untouched in a locked drawer in the guest room. Marcus, however, wasted no time. He moved with a restless determination, he was always making calls, meeting people, pulling favors in places I didn’t even know existed.
And now, here we were, walking side by side toward the wide, gleaming gates of Oregon University.
The campus was bigger than anything I had ever seen. Tall glass buildings reflected the morning sun, their windows facades decorated with banners about innovation and progress. Students streamed in and out, laughing, talking, carrying books or tapping on sleek tablets. Their voices overlapped in a rush of accents and slang I still struggled to piece together.
I hugged my borrowed b
