Something had made Cal go to the library. Again.
“I’ve spent more time here in the last week than I have the whole time I’ve lived in Coleville.”
The reference librarian laughed. “Sometimes that is how it works. I was working out your problem and I came up with what may be a solution.”
He sat in front of the computer looked at her over his shoulder. The library had that quiet, white noise hush libraries possess. Cal found it soothing. On such a sunny day, no one was here anyway, except for pupils getting extra summer help.
“There’s a registry you can put your information into and the information of the child. If there’s a match, they’ll call you.”
Cal’s blood began to pulse. “It isn’t illegal?”
“No, because by entering into the registry you are giving consent.”
This might be the answer he was looking for. “Do they search?”
“Not from what I saw on the website. They just match. Then the rest is up to you.”