CHAPTER 114: CONFESSION OF KENT

"When Cali turned twelve, she went to school in London, and I stayed in the city and went to a private school there. We didn't see each other much as kids because we all wanted to be far apart," he said, as I rested my cheek on his chest. "When I was fourteen, my dad told me to join a club or talk to the dean at Dartmouth. At the time, I didn't even know if I wanted to go to college."

I asked, "Did you ever apply?" He shook his head.

"Never," he said softly. "Really, never," I replied.

"Did you consider it?"

He whispered, "No, I never wanted to be like my dad. That was my biggest fear. When I was a senior, I applied to a few schools. Brown and Michigan were two of them. All I cared about was football, and it was all mine. I didn't do it for my parents; I did it for myself."

I whispered, "I'm sorry," and he nodded.

"I had to choose Brown, but I was in a wheelchair for months. Once school started in the fall, I was fine, but I had to go to physical therapy all the time," he reminde