The Rumours Between Us

New Beginnings

The children's section of Ashford Central Library was rarely quiet. Even before the library officially opened, cheerful voices filled the reading corner as a handful of children waited with their parents. Some flipped through colourful picture books while others sat cross-legged on the reading mats, arguing over whose turn it was to choose the next story.

The moment the clock struck nine, Isabella unlocked the staff door.

"Good morning, Miss Bella!" several little voices chorused at once.

She smiled as she set her handbag beneath the counter. "Good morning, everyone. I hope nobody has started causing trouble before I got here."

"No," Noah answered quickly, pointing at another boy. "Liam said a T-Rex can beat every dinosaur."

"Because it can," Liam insisted.

Isabella slipped off her cardigan and draped it over the back of her chair, pretending to think very seriously.

"That's a very serious debate for so early in the morning."

The children burst into laughter.

"I think we should settle it properly," she said. "We'll find the dinosaur books, and then we'll let the facts decide."

Noah pumped his fist into the air. "I told you books always win."

"They don't always win," Liam protested. "Sometimes imagination wins."

"And where does imagination come from?" Isabella asked.

Liam frowned thoughtfully.

Without saying another word, Isabella tapped the cover of the encyclopaedia tucked beneath his arm. "Books."

A chorus of playful groans filled the room.

"I knew you were going to say that," Noah complained.

"And yet," Isabella replied with a grin, "you still walked right into it."

Behind the circulation desk, Mrs. Dawson watched the exchange with an amused smile.

"I've worked here for twenty-three years," she said as Isabella walked over to help sort the returned books, "and I still haven't figured out how you convince children that reading is more exciting than cartoons."

"I don't," Isabella replied.

Mrs. Dawson raised an eyebrow.

"I just let the books do the convincing."

Mrs. Dawson chuckled. "Modest as always."

The morning settled into its usual rhythm. Parents came and went, children wandered from shelf to shelf clutching books almost as big as themselves, and every few minutes someone called Isabella's name for one thing or another.

"Miss Bella!"

She turned to find Emma standing on her tiptoes, holding up a chapter book with both hands.

"I finished this one."

Isabella blinked in surprise. "You borrowed that yesterday."

"I know."

"You finished all of it?"

Emma nodded proudly. "My mummy said I should slow down, but I wanted to know how it ended."

Isabella laughed as she crouched beside the little girl. "I suppose that's a very good excuse." Isabella scanned the shelf for a moment before pulling out another book. "If you liked that one, I think I have something even better."

Emma's eyes widened. "Better?"

"I'll let you be the judge." She handed the book to Emma, who hugged it tightly against her chest before hurrying back to her mother with the excitement only a child discovering a new story could have.

Mrs. Dawson watched her leave. "You know she'll finish that one before tomorrow."

"I hope so," Isabella replied, returning another stack of books to the trolley.

Mrs. Dawson smiled. "You don't ever worry they'll run out of books?"

Isabella shook her head. "Then we'll help them find new ones."

Mrs. Dawson looked at her for a quiet moment before smiling to herself. "I've said it before, but this place became warmer the day you started working here."

Before Isabella could answer, the soft chime above the entrance interrupted them.

Both women looked up.

Mrs. Henderson walked into the library carrying a slim blue folder beneath one arm. The moment she spotted Isabella, her expression softened.

"Mrs. Henderson? I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I hope I'm not interrupting."

"Not at all," Isabella assured her.

Mrs. Dawson stepped forward to greet her. "It's nice to see you again."

"And you," Mrs. Henderson replied before turning back to Isabella. "When you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you."

Isabella glanced toward the children gathered around the reading corner.

Mrs. Dawson followed her gaze and waved a dismissive hand. "I'll survive without you for five minutes."

"You'll survive?" Isabella repeated with a laugh.

"I'll struggle dramatically," Mrs. Dawson corrected, "but I'll survive."

The three women laughed together before Isabella followed Mrs. Henderson toward the quieter reference section at the back of the library.

"I'm sorry for turning up without notice," Mrs. Henderson said as they took their seats across from each other. "I was nearby this morning, and I thought it would be better to speak to you in person."

"Is everything alright?" Isabella asked.

"It is." Mrs. Henderson rested the blue folder on the table and smiled. "Actually, I came with good news."

Isabella looked at the folder before returning her gaze to Mrs. Henderson.

"The gala was a great success," Mrs. Henderson continued. "We raised more than we expected, and several organisations have offered additional support since the event."

"That's wonderful."

"It is, but it also means we'll be doing much more than we originally planned."

She opened the folder and turned it toward Isabella.

"We're launching a literacy outreach programme next month. Instead of waiting for children to come to libraries, we'll be taking books to them. There'll be reading sessions, donated books, mobile libraries and weekend activities in communities that don't have easy access to one."

A smile spread across Isabella's face before Mrs. Henderson had even finished. "That's... incredible."

"I thought you'd say that." Mrs. Henderson watched her for a moment before continuing.

"I've spent the last two days thinking about who should coordinate the volunteers."

Isabella blinked. "You've already found someone?"

"I have." She paused deliberately. "You."

For a second, Isabella simply stared at her. "Me?"

"You've been volunteering with the foundation for years. Every event runs more smoothly because you're there, and more importantly, people enjoy working with you. The volunteers listen to you, the children adore you, and somehow you always notice the little things everyone else misses."

Isabella laughed softly, a little embarrassed by the praise. "I think you're giving me far too much credit."

"I don't." She said it so simply that Isabella found herself smiling.

"I'd love to help," she admitted, "but I should warn you—I have absolutely no experience coordinating something this big."

Mrs. Henderson closed the folder. "Experience can be taught. Character can't."

The words lingered for a moment.

"So..." Isabella asked, "when do we start?"

Mrs. Henderson slid the folder across the table.

"The first planning meeting is on Thursday morning."

Isabella rested one hand on the folder. "Where?"

"Everything you need is inside." She rose from her chair, smoothing the front of her jacket. "I'll leave you to read through it. I know you'll have questions, but we can discuss them on Thursday."

After exchanging a quick goodbye, Mrs. Henderson made her way toward the entrance.

Isabella remained where she was for a few moments before opening the folder. The first page outlined the outreach programme. The second listed the organising committee. She turned another page.

Lead Sponsor: Sinclair Holdings

Her eyes lingered on the name for a second before she continued reading.

At the bottom of the next page, printed neatly beneath the meeting agenda, was the venue.

Sinclair Holdings Headquarters

Thursday — 10:00 a.m.

Isabella closed the folder slowly. For reasons she couldn't quite explain, the brief smile Ethan Sinclair had given her at the gala slipped into her mind. She shook the thought away almost immediately. "It'll just be a meeting," she murmured to herself.

She tucked the folder beneath her arm and returned to the children's section.