CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
The Pinecrest Public Library was surprisingly large for the size of the town it accommodated. It was two stories tall, the bottom portion mostly dedicated to children’s and middle grade books. When Chloe entered at 5:57 to join the book club, she was directed to the back of the bottom level by a series of signs adorned with arrows and the heading of BOOK CLUB.
She followed the signs to a cozy-looking conference room where several folding chairs had been set up in a semicircle. A small table was set up in the back with bottles of water and light snacks. A few women had already arrived, sitting in some of the chairs and in the midst of conversation. A woman who had been standing by the table in the back came up to her with a smile on her face.
“Hello there,” this woman
