T
ess peered at all the items on Cap’s meticulously organized desk—a leather-bound daily planner, a coffee mug filled with sharpened pencils, an inbox with letters and bills, and a dog-eared Bible.
The church study smelled of Cap—cologne, leather, and bourbon. She thought about how she had only known him for a little over a week, but she liked his company, and she wished he’d hurry back from wherever he was.
Every time Cap left the house, his absence felt unbearable. It was when she was all alone that the doubts and fears crept forward and reared their ugly heads.
Why did Aaron have to show up at the library?
What would he do if he found her?
How could she not have known who he really was?
The house was quiet and off-putting. Hallways felt darker. Closed doors seemed suspicious, as
