Sylvie reached the library in less time than she expected, she was a bit nervous and hoped that something good would come out of this.
The library was quiet.
Amelia was already inside.
She sat at the long reading table near the window, with her glasses perched low on her nose. A slim folder was neatly arranged before her. She looked calm and in control. That alone made Sylvie’s stomach churn.
"You sounded urgent on the phone," her mother said, lifting her head. "What is it?"
Sylvie hesitated, standing there for a second longer than necessary. Her fingers curled slightly, with her nails pressing into her palm as she tried to steady herself.
"I made a call," she finally said.
Amelia closed the folder and folded her hands together. "A call? A call to whom?"
"To someone outside the cir
