POV: Clara

The library was long closed, but I stayed anyway.

Not for the first time, either. It was easy to convince myself there was always another shelf to straighten, another return to put in order, another new entry to tidy up on the computer. But I haven’t come here tonight to work. Tonight, I had only come to delay. To draw out each small task until the time came when I had no choice but to step into the darkness and face him.

Daniel Blackwood didn’t need to be at ...