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Focus on the Game - Chapter 22

Today was the day, he had decided, to tell Eliza about the Prophecy and all that entails. So, as soon as he sat down at their usual breakfast table, he informed her he needed to talk with her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked apprehensively.

James shook his head. “Nothing. I just . . . finally got permission to tell you something.”

“Okay . . .” Eliza said slowly.

He turned back to his plate, wanting to finish his breakfast of French toast.

As soon as Eliza was through with her plate, he stood, taking each of their trays, and dumped them in the tray window. He laced his fingers in hers and the pair stepped out into the courtyard.

The morning sun was starting to turn the sky from steely gray to a pearlescent pink as James led her over to a secluded bench. The cool scent of winter lingered in the air as the sunshine barely provided any warmth on this early March day. When he was confident that no one could overhear their conversation, he cleared his throat.

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