The Marine in Unit A

The man who has been more of a dad to me than my biological father is dead. He rescued me from the streets six years ago—a runaway teenage boy, escaping a family who thought I was an abomination. Now what do I do? I have no one. My life might look great from the outside. I’m in college. I have my own apartment. I have lots of friends. But I’m dying on the inside. I feel so alone. Lost. Hopeless. I’m not the kind of person to wallow in self-pity. I need a distraction. The guy moving into Unit A may be just what I need to take my mind off of losing my dad.