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.

thrilled with his daughter's choice. He always had a soft spot for

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

though they didn't bring supplies, nearby vendors sold all

food's

Leo fetched things, and Molly found a spot to clear some stones. Mia, the mom, wandered around with her child,

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

husband?" Mia asked,

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

after, Andre arrived with a new cushion, unwrapping it and laying it on the ground, "Mia, let's put the child

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

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

leaning on his cane, asked, "Young man, what's this river called? The current's pretty strong, and I've never heard of

thin blanket on the cushion for her son to lie on. Anya, wielding

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

listen, turned to the young

believe. Most visitors these past few weeks have

was sitting on

change in demeanor, as Mia remarked, "That explains all the high school students here

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

recent events, "This place is nice, with mountains, water, beautiful scenery,

eat fish when he's taking his college entrance exams in 18 years." Henry, cradled by his dad,

held across his dad's arms, instinctively clutching his dad's finger, miraculously

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