Jennifer came out from her office and sat in the swivel chair beside Sarah. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Your witch’s intuition,” Sarah said. “When I first met you I always wondered how you knew what I needed before I knew I needed it.”
“My mother is better at it than I am.”
“I know.”
Jennifer followed Sarah’s gaze across the empty room. “Feeling nostalgic?” she asked.
Sarah nodded. “This library has been the center of my life as long as I’ve lived here.”
“Now the center of your life is in your home with your husband and daughter.”
Sarah felt the deep-seeded joy flush her cheeks hot. “Yes,” she said. But the joy fled and left her cold at the thought of what was happening in the world outside. “What’s going to happen, Jennifer? How is this going to end?”
Jennifer looked away, and for
