Chapter 19 The Space Between Us
- The bookstore wasn’t part of the plan.
- I’d only stepped in to get out of the rain. The kind that hits without warning—soft but steady, soaking through sleeves and making everything smell like wet paper.
- It was one of those old places tucked between a bakery and a locksmith, with slanted shelves and handwritten signs that said “staff pick” and “don’t touch this one unless you mean it.”