The secret behind his transfer remained unspoken.
But the way he moved had already raised a new and far more unsettling question.
What had happened in Ethan’s life that allowed a quiet sixteen-year-old boy to face someone twice his size with such extraordinary calm?
Nobody in the cafeteria knew.
Not the students recording.
Not the three football players.
And certainly not Marcus.
The only person who understood was the boy standing in front of him.
The same boy Marcus had humiliated for everyone to see.
The same boy who had refused to beg.
The same boy who had quietly warned him that he knew nothing about the reason for his transfer.
Now his hand was only an instant away from Marcus’s wrist.
And as the powerful fist approached his unprotected face, Ethan’s sharp brown eyes held steady.
For the first time, Marcus Walker was the one who did not know what would happen next.
THE END
