Chapter 4
MILO HELD ONTO THE STRAND of hope he’d heard when talking to Britta. She had turned him down again, but for one beat she’d almost said yes, and that was enough to keep Milo going. There had been a connection. When Britta touched him, he’d heard the rising of a new melody, and he was certain she’d heard it too. There was no way he could give up on the librarian now.
Nearly every time he walked Vannakin Street, he saw her through the window of the library working at the circulation desk. It was easy to pick out her light blond hair pulled back into a tight bun. He’d never seen her wear it down, but he’d only seen her outside of the library once or twice since he’d moved to Echo Ridge.
Britta always stood straight and moved with purpose, like she was heading somewhere important.
