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.

He always had a soft spot for the younger generation's

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

vendors sold all kinds

the food's freshness like a

some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered around with her child, feeling

young man appeared with a donkey, setting a stove and charcoal on the ground, "This was ordered by a Mr. Cedillo. Should

my husband?" Mia asked, patting her

to rent a cushion for the child to play on," the young man said, setting down the

it and laying

"He's not settled yet. I'll hold him; he cries as soon

the young man returned, both carrying skewers of meat and vegetables, placing them

river called? The current's pretty strong, and I've never heard of it before."

a mat and thin blanket on the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding insect repellent, sprayed it around to keep mosquitoes away from

a scholar passing through here caught a fish. His wife cooked it, and after eating, he went to his exams and topped them. On his way back, he 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

to listen, turned to

past few weeks have been high

at Chad, who was sitting on the mat, deep in

change in demeanor, as Mia remarked, "That explains

part of the neighboring county but was incorporated into Havenbrook during the

"This place is nice, with

it's true, I'll bring my grandson here to eat fish when he's taking his college entrance exams in 18 years." Henry, cradled by his dad, cried a bit, then continued

was later held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger,

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