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

and bags.

Tyler whispered something to Bryce.

Bryce whispered back.

Mason walked to the wall but kept looking at Ellie.

Ellie did not drink right away.

She knelt near the edge of the mat, hands resting on her thighs, breathing soft and steady.

Her braid fell over her shoulder.

She did not fix it.

Around her neck, half-hidden beneath her uniform, a small silver continue reading …