The Quiet Girl in the Dojo Who Made Every Black Belt Bow

not say anything.

That silence was its own kind of question.

Maya punched again.

Ellie blocked, stepped, and stopped with her fingertips one inch from Maya’s shoulder.

Not touching.

Not threatening.

Just there.

Maya’s eyes widened.

Coach Calder’s brow tightened.

“Ellie,” he said carefully, “where did you train before?”

Ellie lowered her hand.

“At home.”

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