Chapter 439

• My English has improved fast lately. I overheard them talking about a few backpacks by the side. One girl in a plaid jacket lifted her phone to her ear and said in English, “I’ll have my dad come pay for it.”
• I watched that pack of half-grown kids, then glanced at Yuna Hartwell beside me—she’s barely over six—and suddenly wished time would slow down.
• “Ms. Mayfield…” Just as I was holding up a jacket for Yuna to try on, a deep male voice sounded.