Amelie’s POV

I walked into Zander’s room, and he was typing away on his laptop with a stern look of concentration.

“Why the big scowl, Zander?”

He looked up from the screen and scrunched up his face. “Laid up in the stupid hospital, I still have to learn about Othello.”

I laughed at him as I ruffled his hair. I’m so glad his teachers let him take his courses online until the new year. I still didn’t know how I would pay off the surgery bill, but Dr. Carrera told me the $10,000 ...