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Eleanor's fingers trembled slightly as she traced the familiar number on her new iPhone screen. At seventy-eight, her hands had styled thousands of heads of hair—beehives, bouffant...
Lily loved exploring her grandmother's magical garden. One sunny afternoon, while running between rows of sparkling flowers, she discovered something amazing—a golden sphinx restin...
Maya's ponytail was her security blanket. A literal curtain she could hide behind when things got awkward in the hallways. Which was often, considering she spent 90% of her brain p...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the water—Tuesday at the community pool, same as last summer, same as every summer. Except Chloe wasn't splwaiting by the lounge ch...
Marcus's shift at Thunder Ridge Entertainment Center was supposed to be chill until Jaelyn walked in with her friends. His stomach did that lightning-fast flip thing it always did ...
Barnaby was a small golden dog with floppy ears and a very big dream. Every day, he sat by the pond watching the ducks glide across the water. "If only I could swim like that," he ...
Maya's straightener was literally murdering her hair. It had been forty-five minutes of careful passes, and the left side was still doing that weird frizzy thing it did when she wa...
Arthur hadn't thought of himself as a spy since 1957, when he was eleven and had pressed his mother's compact mirror against the hedge separating his garden from the Hendersons'. H...
I inherited Barnaby when Elena died. Not her money, not her astonishing collection of first editions, not the downtown apartment overlooking the city she'd curated like a museum pi...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon green bucket hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard,' but I wore it anyway because Maya said it looked "lowkey fire." Whatever that meant. "You comi...
Lily loved to spy on the secrets of her grandmother's magical garden. Every Saturday, she tiptoed past the sparkling water fountain and hid behind the biggest papaya tree, watching...
Leo's vintage dad hat was his armor. At parties, he pulled the brim low, disappearing behind its safety while everyone else vibed and talked and touched like it was nothing. Being ...