Chapter 2 · free to read
The river went quiet after that night. But she never stopped drawing the same bend of water.
On the other bank, he was writing the same letter over and over, and burning every draft that wasn't good enough.
For a whole year she had waited for the river to carry her to him. Now the school was walking her right onto his bank.
But the river had been carrying him too — somewhere Ploy never planned for.
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