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

leaned forward.

The dojo, loud just minutes before, became so quiet the hum of the lights seemed louder than breathing.

Ellie and Tyler faced each other in the center.

Tyler rolled his shoulders.

He was bigger.

Older.

Stronger.

He wanted the room to remember that.

Ellie looked impossibly small across from him.

Her white belt hung plain at her waist.

Her braid continue reading …