The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

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“I’m Thomas Carlisle. Madison’s father.”

Marcus nodded once.

Madison looked at him, then at the ground, then back up.

“I wanted to come myself,” she said.

Her voice was quiet.

Not weak.

Just humbled.

Marcus did not know what to do with his hands, so he shoved them into his hoodie pocket.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Madison’s eyes filled.

“I don’t remember all of continue reading …