Chapter 21
James walked quickly to the library, nearly springing up the steps ten at a time. He knew he had to settle down so he wouldn’t draw attention to himself. He didn’t want any problems that night. Everything, after so long, was falling into place. Sarah had been the missing piece, and now she was there, the picture complete. He knew she was inside the library, waiting, as anxious to see him as he was to see her. He knew she would smile when she saw him, and how he loved to see her smile, a sweet, beautiful smile that hadn’t changed in over three hundred years. He wanted everyone to feel, at least once, the openhearted happiness, the looking-forward joy he felt then. When he was alive, until close to the end of his life, he was an optimistic person, a man looking forward to somethi
