Finding a good place to read was that eventually—
someone else discovered it too.
Monday afternoon arrived with soft sunshine and a cool breeze drifting across the school grounds.
After lunch, Noah wandered outside with his novel tucked under one arm.
Instead of heading straight inside, he stopped at a wooden bench beneath a large oak tree near the front walkway.
It was quiet.
Peaceful.
Just the sort of place where a story could unfold one page at a time.
He opened his book, the blue-flower bookmark slipping neatly into place, and began reading.
He had barely finished a chapter when a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Mind if I join you?”
He looked up.
Lily stood nearby, carrying her own book and wearing the same gentle smile she always seemed to bring with her.
“Not a
