POV: Clara

The library was quiet, as it was supposed to be. Sunlight from the tall windows made long bars of gold on the carpet. Clara pushed her cart through the aisles, a light rattling sound, her heart still fluttering from the café.

Coffee and Jenny’s banter should have kept Daniel Blackwood out of her mind, but instead, his voice haunted her. Next time, you’ll wish I didn’t leave.

Clara pushed the cart harder than necessary, the wheels squeaking. She shoved it. ...