“Who is she?” she asked.
“My great-grandmother,” he replied. “This book was hers. She died when I was barely more than a toddler, so I don’t remember her very well. But I remember that spot by the stream, because my mother said it was her grandmother’s favorite place to go and read, to steal a few minutes for herself.”
“Where is it?” Audrey asked, even though she had a feeling he wouldn’t tell her. Providing a location connected to his family would have been giving her far too much information.
“That doesn’t matter,” he replied, confirming her suspicions. “What matters is that you were able to see the exact location where this book was read, and were able to accurately describe my great-grandmother. There’s no way you could have known any of that, except by touching this book.”
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