Kyle Winchester had a knack for languages. He’d taken every one his high school offered, even American Sign Language, and not to brag, but he’d aced every class. He and his teachers had seen a bright future for him as a translator, maybe at the UN, maybe in a government agency. However, he never had any interest in Braille, in learning to read and write it. Why would he, when he was a sighted person who knew absolutely no one who was blind?
That changed shortly after the start of the fall semester of his sophomore year at Diego Vega High in Hollywood Hills….
He entered homeroom and went to his seat in the far-left corner. The students were seated in alphabetical order, and as the only kid whose last name began with W, he pretty much had that part of the room to himself.
He pulled out hi
