Ryan's fists clenched as he stood outside the large, ornate gates of the school. The air in Europe was colder than he expected, the sky a dull gray overhead, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was the idea of being here at all- away from his father, his brothers, and more than anything, away from Elizabeth.
He hated this place already. The grand old buildings, the well-dressed students milling around, speaking languages he barely understood. His grandparents thought this was a good idea, but they didn't understand. No one did. He wasn't here because he wanted to be. He was here because his father couldn't handle the mess his sister had made.
His jaw tightened as he shoved his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, walking towards the entrance of the school. His steps felt heavy,
