"The next morning Mia and I are lounging poolside when a soccer ball careens over the top of the fence and bounces between our chairs before rolling across the lawn behind us. We hear the crush of leaves as someone scampers toward the fence from the other side. Strong hands appear at the top, followed by a shock of sandy hair and a smooth, tan face. The boy catapults himself over it and lands hard on his feet."
-From
Winterborne by Augusta Blythe
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