Chapter 27“I hoped you might not remember,” they announced, striding ahead, arms folded behind their back.
“Remember?” Miki asked, struggling to keep pace with the swiftness of their steps. “Remember what?”
“The distance,” Christmas proclaimed, as if this explained everything.
From around a corner, the other blonde child, the first one she had seen outside the school gates, fell into step with them, walking the other side of her enigmatic teacher, refusing to cast a sideways glance in Miki’s direction.
“Muninn told me,” she said, taking a different track, passing by the stark, solid lights of the cram school’s classrooms.
With intent, she followed her teacher as they walked around to where their bicycle remained among countless others of identical brand and make, bending down and prod
