“Yes.”
“It’s someone who funds a private foundation.”
I looked at my son, and he looked at me.
Neither of us spoke for a second.
“And the scholarship?” I asked quietly.
Henderson gave a small nod.
“Still gone.”
Brennan exhaled, relieved.
“I’d do it again,” my son said.
For the first time since we walked in, Henderson smiled.
“I figured you would.”
“I’d do it again.”
Later that afternoon, Brennan asked me to drive him to Caleb’s house.
Dana opened the door before we had even knocked.
“I heard about the scholarship,” she said, pulling me into a quick hug. “Is it true?”
I nodded.
Caleb was in the living room.
When Brennan walked in, he looked up and smiled.
Brennan had a stupid grin on his face, too!
The boys hugged, and I shed a tear beside Dana.
“Is it true?”
“You lost your scholarship because of me,” Caleb lamented.
“But we gained more,” Brennan responded with a glint in his eye.
Caleb frowned. “What do you mean?”
Brennan sat down across from him.
“We got a new one. Both of us.”
He explained everything.
The donor. The offer. The support.
Caleb just stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re serious?!” he asked.
“Yep!”
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