The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

stepped out.

She looked smaller without her race gear.

Still pale.

A light wrap around one arm.

Her hair pulled back simply.

No cameras.

No crew.

No perfect runner shine.

Just a girl who had been scared and knew it.

Marcus stood slowly.

His father straightened beside him.

Denise came down one step, cautious.

The tall man walked forward.

“Marcus Reed?”

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