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Chapter 71: The Question

Author: Raodot Salihat
last update publish date: 2026-03-26 16:41:27

Amara's POV

The school sent home a worksheet on a Tuesday.

It was pale yellow, the color of institutional optimism, with a hand drawn tree printed at the top and the words MY FAMILY written in the rounded font that schools used for everything, as though cheerful typography could make any subject feel manageable.

Noah brought it home in his backpack, tucked between his library book and a drawing he had done of Captain Fossil discovering a previously unknown species of flying ammonite. He didn't
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