Secrets in the Library
The library was quiet—too quiet for Isabella’s nerves. Rows of tall shelves stretched like shadowed walls, lined with books that smelled of old paper and dust. The only light came from the dim lamps spaced along the aisles, casting pools of soft illumination on the worn wooden floors. She had come here to think. To gather her thoughts away from the office, away from meetings, away from every lingering glance that reminded her of Ethan. She didn’t expect him to be here. But there he was. Standing at the end of a row, half-hidden in shadow, scanning a shelf of books with that same calm, measured presence that had haunted her mornings and lingered in her nights. “Ethan,” she whispered, startled. He turned slowly, a faint smile playing at his lips. “I could say the same about you.” “I—”
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