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I stared at her with the marker still hovering over the jersey. “You’re not Margaret.”
It sounded more like a statement than a question, and she chuckled shyly.
“No. My name is Raven. Raven Chesterfield.”
Raven.
The name sank into my chest as if it belonged there, beautiful as I repeated it under my breath, as if I were practicing something I might say for the rest of my life.
“It’s a beautiful name. Nice to meet you, Raven.”
She smiled and did that soft rocking motion on her good foot, the same one I’d noticed whenever her cheeks turned pink. I couldn’t look away.
Standing there in wrinkled pajamas, barefoot, her hair a little messy from the night, she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the moment the headlights c
