Surrounded by books that threw up dust every time they were touched, Emma scanned through the printouts of impossibly small text, looking for the titles Michelle was sure she had in stock, and doing everything she could not to think about where Jesse and Gideon were right at that very minute. It was the busiest she had been since she’d taken the leave of absence from work to find Lizzie, but still, it wasn’t quite enough to keep the scattering thoughts at bay
“What time is it?” she asked for the third time since arriving.
“It’s just after ten,” Michelle said without looking up. Keeping her eyes on her work, she reached for the plate of cookies in front of her and held it out. “Here. This’ll make you feel better.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to protest she felt fine, but one look at
