My brother worked part-time for ages, stashing every buck for his graduation car. Our stepdad grabbed the money in one mean act and broke his heart. We were crushed. But just when our stepdad thought he’d pulled it off, fate hit back.
I’m Sage. I’m 20 years old. If you’d told me six months ago that my brother would show up to his graduation party without the car he spent two years saving for, I would’ve laughed and said, “No chance. He worked too hard for it.”
