I went to look for Scott, and I found him in the library. The door was open just enough for me to see him, seated near the fire, his head bowed slightly as he read. He looked calm and that made me hesitate to disturb him. 

Still, I knocked gently on the doorframe. “Scott?” 

He looked up, immediately setting his book aside. “Sabrina,” he said softly. “Come in.” 

I stepped inside. “I hope I’m not bothering you.” 

“You never bother me,” he said, closing the ...