Mag-log inThe day my admissions results came in, I ran into the living room with my laptop still open in my arms. "Mom, Dad, I got into Bedford University. Now I'll finally be in the same city as Derek and Grayson." No one answered. The living room was empty. A city-shaped magnet from Bedford was stuck to the fridge door. Grayson Whitfield had given it to me the year before. "Once you get in," he'd told me, "I'll take you all over the city." I'd held on to that promise like a lifeline, using it to push through one sleepless night after another. But now, three plane ticket order receipts sat tucked beneath that same magnet. Mom. Dad. My sister. Destination: Bedford. I stood there for a long moment before I noticed the new video posted in the family group chat. My brother, Derek Radley, was pulling my sister's suitcase along, smiling in a way I hadn't seen in a while. "Welcome to Bedford, Amber. Time to get you started on the Foundation Program." Grayson stood beside her, holding out a bouquet of sunflowers. "Is Claire going to be mad at me?" Amber asked, sounding small. Grayson only laughed. "She won't. She's sensible. She always is." My fingertips went cold, one degree at a time.
view moreThree years later, early summer settled over Meridian, the breeze soft and easy.I stood in a tailored blazer and slacks in front of the city's tallest landmark building — the first project I'd ever seen through from design to completion.As the youngest lead designer at one of the top architecture firms in the industry, I'd just won a major industry award for emerging talent.Next month, I would be heading overseas for advanced study.Before I left, I made one trip back to my old hometown to file the paperwork transferring my legal residence.The streets there were still as run-down as ever.I walked out of the county records office with a brand-new set of residency papers in hand.The line for head of household listed only one name: mine.At the corner, I stopped walking.Not far off, outside the entrance to the market, stood three people — familiar, and yet strangers now.Mom and Dad's hair had both gone gray, their backs stooped, haggling with a vendor over a few cents' d
The Radley family had come apart at the seams.The instructor hadn't dropped the charges, and Amber was staring down a massive settlement. To cover the shortfall, Mom and Dad were forced to sell their old family home for far less than it was worth.Derek, unable to stomach the grim mood at home, blew up at our parents and dropped out of school to go work some job in another city.As for Grayson, he'd fallen apart completely. He'd gone back to Bedford, only to find he could no longer focus on anything at all.He made a trip back to his old hometown, trying to find some trace of the past in what used to be my old bedroom. He found it stripped completely bare. Nothing left but a bed frame and a desk.A few days later, a massive package arrived at his door.The sender was listed as Claire Radley, Meridian campus.His hands shook as he tore it open.Inside was everything he'd ever given me over the years — cheap hair clips, plush toys he'd bought without thinking, and that old crack
Word of Grayson's failed trip to Meridian made its way back home fast.But it didn't seem to prompt much soul-searching. Because back in Bedford, something far bigger had just blown up.Amber had been caught in a serious cheating scandal during her end-of-term evaluation in the Foundation Program.Not only had she copied a classmate's design work, she'd paid someone to build her physical model for her. When it came out, instead of owning up to it, she threw a screaming fit in the department office and shoved her pregnant instructor to the ground.Bedford University expelled her on the spot and issued a public notice condemning her conduct. On top of that, she was facing a criminal assault charge from the instructor she'd shoved.The family's pride and joy, the golden child they'd built their whole world around, had turned into the whole family's disgrace overnight.Mom, Dad, and Derek all fell apart. They called in every favor they had, tried every connection, and got nowhere.O
Winter in Meridian still carried a trace of warmth.I had no classes that afternoon, so I walked out of the studio building with a stack of drawings in my arms.Bobby Sandler, a senior in my design group, walked beside me, carrying the heavy paint case for me."Claire, your take on that facade design is brilliant. Dinner tonight, to celebrate? My treat."Bobby grinned, easy and sunny.I nodded. "Sounds good. But next time, I'm buying."We walked side by side toward the campus gate, talking through the modeling details for our next project.The moment we stepped outside, the smile froze on my face.Grayson was standing under a massive oak tree.He had on a thin black coat, his face sickly pale. Dark circles ringed his eyes, and stubble shadowed his jaw. He looked nothing like the polished, arrogant Whitfield heir I used to know.He spotted me, and his eyes lit up. He strode toward me in a few quick steps.His gaze locked onto the less-than-a-foot gap between me and Bobby, and












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