A tiny spark

Mr. Hensley’s words made sense. Still, the idea surprised her — the thought of being proactive rather than scared. Samantha looked up sharply, meeting Mr. Hensley’s steady gaze. “Protect myself… how?” she asked, her curiosity pushing through the fog of fear. Mr. Hensley didn’t answer right away, just gave her a small, knowing smile, as if he had an idea he wasn’t quite ready to share yet.
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