ecue. It was a party, a big one, thrown for Ethan Lester. My father, Rufus Scott, stood on the

across the sprawling lawn. "Accepted into T

us had made sure I was seated. I was Wesley Scott, his actual so

hen walked over to the group of my father' s most importan

just enough so that I

ith fake sympathy. "Dropped out of high school, can' t even be bothered

father' s smile tightened, his knuckles white around his whiskey glass

o my father, away from the

him?" I aske

uilt his life around. "I heard a hardworking young man who' s making me

g them against

o ambition, no scores, no future. You' re eighteen now, Wesley. You' re an adult. And I'

inal. He was disowning me, right h