after he'd been in a nasty fight. Instead of judging him, she sat with him, cleaned his cuts, and just talked to him. She told him he was better than the trouble he was in. That small act of kind

sketches saved on a personal cloud drive. She decided she would not give up. She would enter on her own. Ethan offered to help, staying up late with her in the universi

. Chloe's name was on it. Ashley's was not. The design Ashley had submitted, which was a polished version

felt a sense of pride. The validation was sweet, but it was short-lived. That evening, her family confronted her. Her father's face was red with anger. "How could you do this, Chloe?" he deman

competition, Dad. I entered with my own work. My work was better. That's

sobbed. "I never should have tried. I'm just not as good as Chloe. I'm nothing." Her parents and Li

ed out, "We did everything for you, Ashley! We even got you your g

e it to Ashley? Before Chloe could ask, Ethan appeared at her side. He had heard the shouting fro

d slipped partially out of his wallet. A strange, triumphant smile spread across her face. She reached into her own pocket and pulled out a smal

girl who had saved him all those years ago had been wearing. "It's you,"

as the person Ashley had been looking for all along. He was her savior. And