After a video call with Charlotte, Stella stared up at the ceiling, unsurprisingly...
Unable to sleep.
...
Montara
The sun set early and rose late in the mountains.
By the time the first streaks of dawn broke across the sky, Stella was already up.
She got dressed, gathered the small gifts she had prepared, and headed to the classroom in high spirits.
Having survived Lamplighter Village, the sight of the dilapidated schoolhouse and the disheveled kids didn't shock her.
After introducing herself, Stella brought out the gifts and crouched down, a bright, genuine smile lighting up her face.
"Line up, everyone! You'll each get one."
"Okay!"
The kids scrambled into two lines, craning their necks to get a peek.
The gifts weren't overly extravagant, but they were practical.
Notebooks, pens, watercolors—complete stationery sets.
It was the kind of beautiful, brand-new stuff these mountain kids had never seen before.
The classroom quickly filled with the innocent, joyous laughter of children.
None of them knew.
Hiding in a blind spot just outside the classroom was Roger. He had sat on the school playground the entire night, and now his deep, unwavering gaze was locked onto Stella.
Watching the pure, unburdened smile on her face, his eyes darkened with emotion.
It seemed that only out here, far away from the noise and the toxic drama of the city, could she truly let her guard down and be happy.
"Stella, the doctors from the city are going to do check-ups on the kids soon. Could you help organize them?"
Watching the happy students, Clay asked with a relieved smile.
"Of course."
Stella bit her lower lip and nodded.
This was perfect.
She wanted to see if Roger was secretly part of the medical team.
An hour later.
The medical team rolled into Montara School.
Stella had the kids lined up neatly on the narrow dirt playground, waiting patiently.
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