Devan
Five weeks later
“Devan Marie Dunn." My name echoes throughout Worthen Arena as I walk across the platform. The red and white tassel hanging from the mortarboard tickles my cheek as I reach for my diploma. It's an empty folder, but after the ceremony, it will be filled with proof of my degree.
I smile as a photographer takes my picture.
Stepping off the platform, I hear my brother's voice above the crowd.
“You did it, Devan."
Warmth fills my cheeks as I peer out at the audience. This is our last ceremony of the day. We started earlier this morning in the quad. The sun was shining, and the air was thick with excitement as we listened to prayers and speeches. Now, we're in Worthen Arena where both Marilyn and I receive our recognition.
Our parents are seated together along
