Scott hurried over and found five brand-new hundred-dollar bills stashed under the cutting board.

"Officer Chad, for just a few cherries, this is way too much."

Chad hadn't planned this with Molly. It was all her, sneaking over, grabbing his wallet, and leaving the money there.

"Molly really gets me, huh?"

Molly grinned, "Of course, only I truly understand you."

Looking for a lunch spot, Molly found a riverside picnic club on her phone.

Molly nibbled on her thumb, "Chad-"

"Henry's too young."

"He won't eat much anyway."

"The smoke will be strong."

Molly stopped pleading and got down to business, "Chad, if you take me to the picnic, I'll stay over at the Byrne family's house tonight."

Officer Chad, always ready to compromise, asked, "Where's it at?"

A half-hour drive later, they arrived at the bustling riverside, vehicles parked all around. It was a busy weekend. Walking down the slope, Andre carried his son and held his wife's hand, surrounded by dirt paths and the smoke from woodland barbecues. Kids played by the river, and a few high school students in uniforms were there too.

with his daughter's choice. He always

Anya's carload of stuff came in handy, and Leo joked

nearby vendors sold all kinds

the food's freshness

to chat, Anya and Leo fetched things, and Molly found a spot to clear some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered around with her child, feeling the heat and Henry's fussiness from

stove and charcoal on the ground, "This was ordered by a Mr. Cedillo.

husband?" Mia asked, patting her

young man said, setting

it and laying it on the ground, "Mia, let's put

looked at the drowsy Henry, "He's not settled yet. I'll

both carrying skewers of meat and vegetables, placing them on a nearby

man, what's this river called? The current's pretty strong, and I've never heard of it before." He used to be a politician in Havenbrook, so

on the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya,

remembered the fish and ate it again. Since then, it's said that eating fish from this river brings exam success. Gradually, it became known as Scholar's River. Every year around April and May, students and their parents come here for good luck. It's the peak season for fish, and that's when picnic clubs by

spraying to listen, turned to the young man, "Do we have to eat

what locals believe. Most visitors these past

Chad, who was sitting

as Mia remarked, "That explains all the high

to Hansen, "This used to be part of the neighboring county but was

this, Hansen recalled recent events, "This place is

or just a legend? If it's true, I'll bring my grandson here to eat fish when he's taking his college entrance exams

chubby, rosy-cheeked Henry was later held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger, miraculously calming into a peaceful

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