Kieran POVI had never liked bookstores because they were too quiet.Too many people wandering between shelves, flipping through pages, whispering to one another as though they were afraid the books might wake up and complain.But that afternoon, I found myself standing in one anyway.One of my business partners had suggested meeting somewhere outside the usual office environment. He wanted to discuss a private investment opportunity, and since I had another meeting afterward, I agreed to meet him at a bookstore café.The meeting hadnt taken longer than expected.By the time I stepped away from the table, my phone was already vibrating in my pocket.I ignored it.I walked toward the exit, passing a row of children’s books.Then something fell on my leg.“Thud.I stopped.A book had fallen onto the floor.I looked down.A little girl stood a few feet away, staring at the book with wide eyes.She couldn’t have been more than five.Her blonde hair was tied into two small ponytails, and s
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