I searched scholarship databases until sunrise. Most opportunities seemed designed for students with polished resumes, mentors, and time. Still, I bookmarked everything.
One in particular caught my attention: Silver Lake State’s merit scholarship for independent students. Full tuition. Only a few students chosen each year.
The odds were terrible.
I saved it anyway.
Then I found another program—a national fellowship that selected just twenty students across the country.
I almost laughed out loud.
Twenty.
Still, I bookmarked that one too. Because sometimes belief begins before confidence does.
The rest of that summer unfolded in two completely different worlds under the same roof. Downstairs, my parents helped Sadie order bedding, furniture, and travel outfits for Ashford Heights. Boxes filled the hallway. Excitement followed her through every room.
Upstairs, I researched housing, jobs, and class schedules. I built a future so quietly that no one seemed to notice it was happening.
A week before school started, Sadie posted beach photos with captions about new beginnings and endless possibilities. I packed thrift-store sheets and secondhand notebooks into an old suitcase.
By then, our lives were already splitting apart.
The first day I arrived at Silver Lake State, I had two suitcases, a backpack full of borrowed textbooks, and a bank balance that made me feel sick every time I checked it.
Orientation week was a parade of families carrying boxes into dorm buildings, hugging their kids, taking photos on the lawn, promising visits and care packages and Sunday phone calls.
I dragged my luggage across campus alone.
