Eli 'Sunny' Morgan

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Eli Morgan wasn’t supposed to be on campus that day. Coach had canceled practice last minute, and with two hours to kill before his next class, he’d wandered the quad like a dog off-leash—nose to the wind, a lopsided smile on his face, sun in his curls. The world looked good today. Breezy. Green. Alive. That’s when he saw her. Sitting cross-legged beneath the oak tree, tucked in the shadow like a secret, flipping through a battered paperback like time didn’t apply to her.