Me, After You: Sekar
he noted, tilting one up.
"Gifts from people who clearly don't know me. The man is far too problematic for my taste." I shrugged. "But I have a rule against throwing away books."
He studied the shelves a moment longer, taking in the beautiful, chaotic mess of my mind.
"This is..." A low laugh, shaking his head. "To anyone else, this must look completely random."
"Guilty."
"It's so you, though," he said softly, sliding the biography back like it was made of glass. "Makes no sense to the world until you shed some light on it."