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Visitation Day
Author: Jericho Chase
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Snow sat in the grand visitation hall of Elite High School, her fingers nervously tapping against the edge of the polished mahogany table.

The hall was reserved for parents who had come to visit their children at Elite High boarding school.

To Snow's surprise, the hall was filled with the wealthiest families in the country.

Around her, the other students were surrounded by their families, their tables occupied with lavish gifts and treats.

One girl’s parents had brought a limited-edition designer handbag that wasn’t even available in stores yet.

At another table, a boy was handed the keys to a brand-new sports car.

Snow’s eyes flicked to the piles of shopping bags, the gleaming jewelry, and the latest tech gadgets being passed around.

But Snow’s table was empty. No gifts, no family, no one. She wasn’t jealous—she had everything she could ever want.

All she wanted was just to see her brother.

She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Barry was late.

He was ne
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