In front of the whole class, a teacher tore the patch from a foster kid’s vest—a last gift from his late uncle. She thought the lesson was over when the threads snapped. She was wrong. The real lesson was just beginning. It all started on a Monday morning, the kind that already feels like it’s been a long week. Seventeen-year-old Evan Keller slid into his usual seat in the back of room 214, the bell still humming in the air. Over his chair, he laid a brand-new denim vest, and stitched across the

In front of the whole class, a teacher tore the patch from a foster kid’s vest—a last gift from his late uncle. She thought the lesson was over when the threads snapped. She was wrong. The real lesson was just beginning. It all started on a Monday morning, the kind that already feels like it’s been a long week. Seventeen-year-old Evan Keller slid into his usual seat in the back of room 214, the bell still humming in the air. Over his chair, he laid a brand-new denim vest, and stitched across the

In front of the whole class, a teacher tore the patch from a foster kid’s vest—a last gift from his late uncle. She thought the lesson was over when the threads snapped. She was wrong. The real lesson was just beginning. It all started on a Monday morning, the kind that already feels like it’s been a long week. Seventeen-year-old Evan Keller slid into his usual seat in the back of room 214, the bell still humming in the air. Over his chair, he laid a brand-new denim vest, and stitched across the