Chad Harrington stumbled down the concrete path, his head bowed, his vision blurred by hot, relentless tears. He didn't see the students parting around him. He didn't hear the chatter of the quad. The only sound in his head was his mother's hysterical sobbing echoing through the cell phone.
They're taking the house. They took the Aspen house. The lawyers dropped us.
He felt completely hollowed out. A dizzying, nauseating panic gripped his stomach. He had no money. He had no friends. He didn't even have a place to sleep tonight, knowing the fraternity was voting to suspend him.
He took another step, his vision swimming.
He crashed hard into a solid, unmoving object.
Chad stumbled backward, letting out a sharp gasp, almost tripping over his own feet. He rubbed his shoulder, blinking rap
