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Chapter 25

That afternoon, most kids were chilling in the shade, playing games and staying out of the sun. But Quinlyn was out there, practicing her basketball shots all by herself despite the heat.

At first, she struggled with the big ball–her short arms made it hard to control, and the ball kept going wild.

Some students laughed at her clumsy attempts as they passed by, pointing and teasing.

Harriet watched Quinlyn darting around by herself, a flicker of smugness stirring inside her. “She looks so pitiful,” Harriet remarked, her tone dripping with insincerity. If she wants to join our game, we could let her.”

For once, Harriet toyed with the idea of being a little kinder to Quinlyn, considering that the money on Quinlyn’s card would soon be hers.

Quinlyn wasn’t backing down from basketball. If she missed a shot, she’d just keep trying. If she didn’t get it right away, she’d break down Harry’s advice, figure it out, and adjust her game.

Meanwhile, a group of kids lounging in the shade, eyes glued to their cards, glanced up just in time to see a basketball sail through the hoop from way beyond the three–point line.

“Did that really go in!” they muttered, thinking they were seeing things. But then they saw Quinlyn pick up another ball, step back to the three–point line, and swish it again–another perfect shot

Harry went from barely paying attention to standing right next to her, grabbing balls and watching her like she was a hidden

gem.

He nodded. “Not bad at all. You’ve definitely got potential. I saw you running earlier; you looked like you were made for this. How about I time your sprint later?”

Quinlyn shook her head. “I just want to grow taller,” she said, her mind on something bigger.

Harry rubbed his nose, feeling a bit awkward. He was just making it up when he said basketball could help her grow taller, but he didn’t admit it

Pretty soon, more kids gathered around the court, cheering every time Quinlyn made a basket. They found it more exciting than opening card packs.

“Wow, that’s amazing!” one kid shouted. “Her three–pointers are on point, and her layups are perfect.”

Quinlyn was amazing,” another added. “No wonder she’s not

flash, the trading cards under the shade were forgotten as everyone

all the attention. She was so

an eye on Quinlyn. It was scorching, and he didn’t want her to overdo it and risk heatstroke. With

outdoor sink to splash water on her face, then jogged over

of the school building–Eugene, with a few girls trailing

recognized them from the study group. Thinking of how furious Joseph had looked after checking Eugene’s phone, she

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wooded area behind the school. It was summer, and the woods were thick with

ruler to adjust the girls‘ skirts caught her eye, and a

girls grew up, their bodies were private and sensitive- something others didn’t

be honest, and I’ll let you go back. Otherwise, we’ll have to play here for a bit,” Eugene said. His voice, usually soft, was now low

ruler slowly over the girls knees, his voice echoing softly. “Who took my phone?”

that Eugene had noticed his phone was missing and suspected the girls had taken it. She felt

to step forward and admit it, but Joseph’s advice to stay calm echoed in her mind. Though Eugene didn’t seem scary, she decided to

on, the girls started to cry softly. Instead of making Eugene feel sorry for them, their

harder. Yeah, just like that. It’s perfect,” he muttered, pacing around with a big grin like he was in a trance.

didn’t get it at first until she saw one of the girls tugging at her dress.

a beautiful older girl

Fiona had said. “I’ve read books and seen how much they can do. That’s why I’m here

the town, but Fiona fell apart first. Rumors circulated

a smug, satisfied smile,

beautiful and gentle, lay among

the river. When she died, she was pregnant. They said she didn’t want to bring the

had come to the town, sacrificing her future, with the hope of changing the fate of the people. But ultimately, her story