Hadn't we agreed to part ways? What was he doing here now?

Questions burgeoned like bamboo shoots after rain, tormenting Giselle beyond endurance.

For the first time, she felt a class stretch longer than a year.

At last, the bell rang. Giselle quickly gathered her things and rushed downstairs. Her grandmother, noticing her hurry, chided, “Giselle, he's just in the backyard, not going anywhere. What's the rush?”

As she pushed open the backyard door, Giselle caught ...