Jasmine
“Say something, anything,” I said when the silence had stretched long enough that I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Because right now, my imagination is filling in the blanks, and none of the versions I’m coming up with are good.”
Davin dragged a hand down his face, and for the first time since I’d known him, he looked genuinely uncertain of himself.
“I saw you before that night,” he said finally, his voice rough. “At the library. It was about ten days before we met, maybe eleven.”
I frowned as I tried to search my memory. “I don’t remember seeing you.”
“I know, you wouldn’t.” His answer came almost immediately. “I was cutting through the main corridor outside the reading room, and I’d walked that hallway hundreds of times, maybe thousands. Then I looked through the window, and th
