POV: Bea Sharpe

I was halfway to study room three, my heart hammering with nervous anticipation, when I heard Ben's voice drifting from around the corner near the library's main circulation desk.

"—honestly don't know why you're so concerned about Bea Sharpe's opinion anyway," he was saying to someone I couldn't see. "It's not like she's ever shown any interest in reconciliation."

I stopped dead, pressing myself against the wall as my newly hopeful feelings crystallized into ...