Chapter 1 - The Collision
Eleanor Vance, a woman of sharp edges and tailored emerald suits, did not tolerate thieves. When a small, disheveled figure darted through the open foyer of her sprawling estate, Eleanor moved with startling speed. She grabbed the intruder's arm, yanking back her stolen leather wallet.
The thief was just a child—a girl no older than ten, covered in street grime, her oversized beige t-shirt hanging off a frail frame.
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"You stole this," Eleanor snapped, her voice echoing off the marble floors. "Give it back!"
The girl flinched, terrified. Tears streaked through the dirt on her cheeks, but she stubbornly held her ground.
