Before You Let Go
The librarian had to help me, and it took almost fifteen minutes before she found one wedged between two thick reference books.
When I got back, my table was still empty.
Small mercy.
I opened the book.
A folded paper slipped out and landed on my lap.
My blood turned cold.
For a second, I just stared at it.
Then, with shaking fingers, I unfolded the note.
The handwriting was neat.
Too neat.
Like someone had taken their time.
Eleven days left, little savior.
Miro laughs too loud.
Nica runs too fast.
Sassa trusts too easily.
Watch your steps. Watch theirs too.