CHAPTER 4
Saturday morning finally arrived, after what seemed like a month of waiting. Reagan started the weekend like any other; she ate her breakfast, got dressed, and headed to the library. But she had a little extra pep in her step when she walked through the door, and it didn’t take Donna long to notice.
“Well, good morning, Reagan. You seem energetic this morning. The book must have been good, huh?”
Reagan smiled. “Yes, it was. I finished it last night.” She stood at the counter, trying not to seem awkward but, the more she tried to hide it, the more it showed.
“Is there something else?” Donna asked.
“No . . . well, sort of. It’s nothing really,” Reagan started. She looked into Donna’s curious eyes, not sure how to even begin such a conversation. She had grown used to their disc
