CHAPTER SEVEN
On Thursday, Grayson turned on his computer at the historical society to find an email from Rachel. She’d sent him links and a list of books to look for.
For a long time, he just stared at the email. He didn’t have to do this anymore. Wyatt was ... gone, so he wasn’t waiting for any of this research.
He wrote up a short email thanking Rachel, then closed out the program. There was cataloging he needed to do. He might as well get to that.
Hours later, he’d made some headway, but mostly he’d just done busywork, his mind all over the place. Finally, with only a few minutes left of the day, his whole body almost vibrating and light with contained energy, he got up and started wandering through the stacks, letting his fingers smooth over objects and books.
One of the reasons
