DENVER’S POV
The cab dropped me off at the Library and I came down.
“Thank you.” I said as I paid the driver.
“You’re welcome.” He waved at me and then drove off.
I walked into the huge library. There were massive shelves filled with books in each roll. This was heaven to me.
I walked up to a distraught looking woman with glasses who was massaging her forehead. She probably in her early sixties.
“Hi.” I greeted her and looked around. “Please I am looking for mrs Stewart.”
She turned to me. “Yes? That is me. Are you here to borrow books from the library?”
Before I could speak, she answered for me. “I have never seen your face here before so the answer is no and you do not have a library card.”
I smiled at her. “No, you have gotten it all wrong.”
I adjusted myself. “My name is Den
