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WILLA wasn’t surprised her sister found it hard to believe the younger Grant brother bought her a car. Sawyer Grant was the worst thing that ever happened to Willa in high school. Her mother had seen it in a vision that Trevor’s father was running around on her with the receptionist at his job. And that had been the end of their time in Richmond in a relatively nice charter school with a seventy-percent black student ratio.
So shortly after turning sixteen, Willa found herself walking beside her older sister down the halls of Greenlee High—yes, even the school was named after Sawyer’s mother’s family. Books held tight to her chest, hoping and praying all these white kids would just ignore the two new black students—the only black kids in their midst. The daughters of the woman the town
