Since last night, the world's missing bee population somersaulted in my gut. I had been waiting for this day most of my life, and now that it was finally here, it didn't seem like it was really happening. My body felt separated from my mind somehow, as if I were living inside a happy dream.
By the time I arrived at the Library of Congress, the pinks and oranges stitched into the sky by the rising sun had faded into a clear blue. Only a few cars specked the otherwise empty parking lot by the rear staff entrance.
While I waited for someone to let me inside the locked library, I sat on the steps and checked my phone. A message from Kay read:
How's Riley? I'm hoping to live vicariously through you, hint, hint. Good luck today, sugar plum!
Not much to tell in the Riley department. I hadn't
