You move into a new block expecting a fresh start — not the eyes that follow you the second you step out the car. You keep to yourself, stay quiet, stay focused. But he notices anyway. Zay runs this side of town without raising his voice, and he’s not used to anyone slipping past his radar. You weren’t looking for trouble. He wasn’t looking for you. But the block has its own way of pulling two people into each other’s path.
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