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

Not the sharp silence of tension.

A softer one.

A reverent one.

Tyler’s face had gone pale.

Bryce looked at the floor.

Mason kept staring at Ellie, but now with wonder instead of confusion.

Ray folded his hands in front of him.

“She didn’t come here to show anybody up,” he said.

His voice was low, but it carried.

“She came because her grandmother asked me to continue reading …