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The Vow

My heart pounded like a jackhammer as I reached the school’s back door at five a.m. High above, a crescent moon hung askew, its weak light struggling through the clouds, powerless to pierce the inky dark. What excuse would save me if caught? I’d likely lose my teaching job. Except—I owed it to Matt to take the risk. The ten-year-old’s trust echoed in my mind, the pain he’d spilled into last week’s free-writing assignment anchoring me. When I had invited…

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