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"The Light Between Us"
In a town full of memories, the past is never really gone.

When 15-year-old Ryan Whitmore moves to Rosehill with his mom, he’s not just starting over—he’s running from everything he used to be. But small towns have long shadows, and Ryan quickly finds himself caught in something bigger than he expected. A girl who feels too familiar. A team he wasn’t supposed to lead. A truth that could ruin everything.

Between cheerleading tryouts, basketball tournaments, and late-night talks under the stars, Ryan, Anna, Ben, and Savannah are just trying to figure it all out. But secrets have a way of showing up—especially when you're finally starting to feel at home.

Basketball isn’t just a game here.
It’s where friendships are tested, futures are shaped, and second chances are earned.

THe Light Between us

The late afternoon sun bled through the kitchen windows, casting golden streaks across the tiled floor. Ryan leaned against the counter, lazily spinning an apple in his hand. The café still smelled like fresh paint and new beginnings. Boxes were half-unpacked, the espresso machine untouched. The place had potential—it just needed life in it.

Sarah was crouched under the counter, rearranging cups and plates, humming a soft tune he didn't recognize.

"I had a school project," Ryan said suddenly.

She paused mid-movement, glanced over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "Group presentation. Literature class."

Sarah stood up, dusting her hands on a towel. "What was it about?"

"Storytelling. Across different mediums. Books, films, comics." He shrugged. "We were supposed to talk about how they connect with people. How stories shape the way we see the world."

"That sounds like something you'd have a lot to say about," she said, smiling gently.

He smirked faintly. "You'd think. I let them do most of the talking. Ben's into comics, Savannah loves movies, and Anna brought up this book series that tied everything together. I added a few thoughts. Nothing crazy."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Wait—Anna?"

He nodded. "She's in my class. Lives here. Savannah too. And Ben… he's kind of the only person I've actually talked to. He's cool."

Sarah leaned back against the counter, arms folded, watching him. "So, you're… making friends?"

Ryan looked down at the apple, then gave a slight nod. "I guess."

He didn't say it out loud, but something about working with them—especially Anna—felt easy. Not in the sense that he was letting his guard down, but in that he wasn't constantly aware of his walls. Savannah brought the energy, Ben brought the comfort, and Anna… well, she brought a quiet focus that made him pay attention without realizing it.

"You seem different," Sarah said quietly.

Ryan looked at her. "Different how?"

"Lighter," she said, then smiled. "A little less 'I hate this town, get me out of here.'"

"Well, for what it's worth," she said, walking over and brushing her hand against his arm, "I'm glad you're trying. And I'm proud of you."

Ryan looked at her for a long moment, then finally said, "Ben's good people. I think you'd like him. And Savannah's loud but kind. Anna's… focused. Smart. They're not bad."

"You don't have to explain," Sarah said. "Just… be open. That's all I want."

Ryan nodded slowly, then set the apple down and picked up a box of napkins. "When do you think the café will be ready?"

"A few more days, maybe a week. Just in time to give this town something new to talk about."

He smirked. "Oh, they'll have plenty once they figure out who I am."

Sarah's face stiffened for a split second, but she quickly pushed the thought away.

"Let them talk," she said, soft but firm. "We've made it this far."

Yeah, they had. And for the first time since they arrived in Rosehill, maybe he wasn't just surviving.

Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to live.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Reflections and Revelations