“You are braver than I am,” Steven said. “I couldn’t look at her again.”
“You were brave,” Kelsey said, defending her husband from himself. “You went in after her. And at least you didn’t get sick like I did.”
“Barely.” He looked up as the waiter came back with the to-go boxes.
“Would Signor and Signora like dessert?” the waiter asked.
“Oh God no,” they answered simultaneously.
* * * *
“Brianna Alexa Yarbrough,” Kelsey read out loud.
Her husband glanced up from a historic newspaper, blinking in confusion. “Who?” he whispered.
That reminded her of her surroundings. Libraries, even university libraries, meant hushed voices, so she lowered her volume. She looked back at her own newspaper, although this one was online on her laptop. “The girl. Woman. The one who was killed.”
“They’ve
