Chapter 5Macy held two drinks in her hand. One was a black coffee, the other was a sugary concoction that was more whipped cream than anything else. It was a pitiful peace offering, but she felt it was a decent place to start.
Macy took a deep breath as she mustered up her courage. She’d seldom been to the English building before, but she knew she was in the right place. Harper Miller was clearly emblazoned on the door plaque before her, along with her office hours. If they were up to date, she should be in her office right now.
She gave a gentle tap, which was promptly answered with, “Come in! The door is unlocked.”
Macy opened the creaky door and took a step inside. She was enveloped by the smell of aged parchment and lilac perfume. Harper was sitting at her desk, a small pair of glas
