Chapter 11 Two Out of Ten

Emma's pov

The whiteboard was new.

It stood at the edge of Court One on a squeaky metal easel, and someone had written on it in the neat, upright handwriting I was beginning to recognize everywhere:

PAIN: ___ / 10

(Be specific. Do not be brave.)

“No,” I said.

“Yes,” said Theo.

“You made a cha...

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