
A toddler in an oversized blue jersey sat in moss beside the road, splashing spring water through dusty yellow curls. He has found more pleasure in one shallow pool than I can hold steady enough to name. You step into this one-chapter preview with Little Boy at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The outer door shut with the child's identity and your connection still unknown. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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