GREY'S POV
With a wry smile, I looked at the books spread out on the table in front of me. One would have thought that I was doing some research or something of the sort considering the way I frequented this place. My visits to the library had even increased during the last couple of days so much so that it was almost as if I was a fixture here.
My smile faded and died when I looked over at her, sitting at a table, fiddling with a pen, staring into space, for the moment oblivious of everything happening around her. There was a haunted and scared look in her eyes that I did not like, a look she had been wearing ever since she had resumed work a few days ago. Apart from a first glance at me when I had walked in here, she had not even acknowledged my presence. She had barely acknowledged
