Chapter 24

“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

She stepped forward, and the door swung shut before she could reach the handle.

* * * *

Sheepishly, with considerably less bravado than the last time he had made an appearance, Jude Calohan pushed open the doors of the library, crossing the distance from the daylight that caught upon the wooden slats of the interior and the delicately arranged shelves of books and moving towards the oval desk behind which sat the librarian, awkwardly pretending she could not sense his approach.

“Schmidt,” he said, placing his hands on the desk.

“Calohan,” she answered, not looking up from her book, and he sensed the change in dynamic: this wasn’t fun, this wasn’t playful, this was something else—it was uncomfortable.

“I thought I should apologize,” he continued, trying not to be disheartened by her lack of engagement.

“You don’t need to,” she replied carefully, frowning as she re-read the same paragraph over and over again and still didn’t fully take it in.