Chapter 36 The Culprit

• CALEB.
• I watched as Helena walked into her house, a small sense of belonging washing over me. I remained parked there for a little over twenty minutes, just basking in the silence and safety of the place. Eventually, I turned on the engine and drove back to my apartment. I needed someone like her to help me with the library, since she knew it better than anyone else.
• I went to bed that night, a little hope brewing in my chest. The next morning, I got an early start and decided to go to Saint Matthew's church on the east-west side. I would visit the library later today, and see what I could find alone. The church was big, but its walls spoke of its ancestry. As I walked towards the pew, I was met with several weird stares from the women. I got to the altar, and placed a flower on the mantle. Then, I turned around and saw a familiar figure. A slightly old woman, trodding with her little cane and a flask in her hands. She held someone's picture in one of them. She saw me from afar, confusion and recognition flashing in her eyes. I recognized her too. What was she doing in Henley?