The new library stood opposite the administration building, and a dense crowd gathered before it. The ribbon-cutting ceremony had already begun.
Bethany descended the long steps of the administration building, her gaze fixed on Sullivan at the center of the crowd.
The afternoon sun, already waning, cast a greyish hue over the crowd, leaving Sullivan as the only distinct, clear figure.
Twenty steps, yet they seemed endless.
Sullivan, smiling for the cameras, suddenly looked in her direction. Bethany paused on the steps.
She wasn’t sure if he had actually seen her or if his gaze had simply landed in her direction.
In reality, separated by several hundred meters, it was impossible for Sullivan to recognize her. She was merely a small figure on the high steps, easily overlooked.
Bethany
