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“Now, about these few hundred Victors please tell me we’re not personally reviewing every single application.” Jane’s silence was answer enough. I groaned. “Jane.” “It’s just a few hundred files.” “You said that about the birth records too, and I ended up reading about forty baby announcements at two in the morning.” “You loved the baby announcements.” “I did not love the baby announcements.” “You cried at one of them.” “That baby had a very compelling naming ceremony, Jane, I stand by my reaction.” She laughed again, the sound warm and easy, and for a moment the weight of the whole impossible search lifted just slightly off both our shoulders. I knew it wouldn’t last.

I replied as I looked at her. Her eyes frowned due to the mystifying title, "Hmm... what's the story. May you tell me in an abridged way?" Well, it's about a girl who went into a library to read a book. Until she saw a tome that was glowing through the shelves. Out of curiosity, she went to grab it to see the title. As she got the tome, she was bewildered at how the book has no title. It was dusty and a bit old. "Oh, what a bummer!"

Her life in New York was a mix of new beginnings and old feelings, each day a step towards self-discovery. Jane spent her first winter in New York engrossed in her work and learning to live with the city's biting cold. The city, draped in a white blanket of snow, was a sight to behold. From ice-skating in Central Park to enjoying hot cocoa from street vendors, Jane was starting to fall in love with the city.

Jane says softly, not even looking up from Rowan as I retreat to my room. ~~ Tuesday is somehow worse. Since we're both off work, Jane suggests we have a girls' day. Mani-pedis and brunch, her treat. I can't think of a valid excuse to refuse, so I spend four hours sitting across from her at a nail salon, nodding along as she talks about places she's visited and how lucky she is to have found Rowan. "He's just so good, you know?" Jane says, admiring her freshly painted nails. She chose a soft pink that matches her skin tone perfectly. "So genuinely kind. Not just on the surface, but deep down. I've dated a lot of guys, and none of them compare."

Kerry stood over Jane as she turned the page in her history book, casting a shadow over the pages. She cleared her throat and glanced up at him. "Do you mind? You're blocking my light." He stood back and pulled out the chair next to her, glancing around the library as if he may see the lycan. Jane read over her chapter, trying her hardest to block out the eyes over her shoulder. She felt like she sat underneath a microscope with eyes judging her. She knew that wasn't true. Kerry seemed like a nice guy, but it made Jane feel scrutinized.

“I can’t sleep, so I’m looking for a book to read.” The butler stood at the door and squinted his eyes slightly. He asked without changing his expression. “Then, did you find your book, Madam?” “Y-Yes.” Jane was smiling a bit forcefully. She pointed at the floor. “It’s this one.” Mr. Oakes walked inside and stood half a meter away from Jane. “Madam, it’s late. You should go back to your room.” “Alright, I’ll go now.” She turned around hurriedly and walked toward the door of the study. When she passed by Mr. Oakes, she let out a sigh of relief in secret. Thank God she managed to deceive him.

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Zoey frowned, noticing Jane was busy doing something because her attention wasn’t on us. “What are you up to?” Zoey asked, and Jane looked up for just a second. “Searching for something.” She replied. “What?” Curious about what gets Jane to look this serious. “Scrolling through a bitch page.” She replies, she sounds bothered, and furrows my brow, confused. Zoey's expression mirrored mine. “Jane, don’t tell me… you’re scrolling through Sarah’s page?”