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

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

nearby vendors sold all kinds of meats and

the food's freshness like a

went off to chat, Anya and Leo fetched things, and Molly found a spot to clear some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered

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

Mia asked, patting

on," the young man said,

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

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

both carrying skewers

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

for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding insect

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 that's when picnic clubs by the

her spraying to listen, turned to the young man,

visitors these past few weeks have been

was sitting

else noticed Anya's change in demeanor, as Mia remarked, "That explains all the

neighboring county but was incorporated into Havenbrook during

place is nice, with mountains, water, beautiful scenery, and a lively

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

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

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