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

mirrored wall with two other black belts beside him, both trying not to laugh too loudly.

“You lost, kid?” Bryce asked.

Ellie didn’t answer right away.

She looked past him.

Past the punching bags.

Past the trophy shelf.

Past the old framed photos lining the wall of Maple Ridge Martial Arts, a small dojo tucked between a laundromat and a hardware store in continue reading …