Chapter Twelve
As soon as I walked in, I saw it was a totally different atmosphere from days ago. It was full of people when I came in—students, professionals having meetings, and more moms and toddlers. I was glad I had the ebook version of my book on my phone because I was definitely going to have to wait if I wanted the opportunity to speak quietly with Tara. I ordered my coffee and got a croissant, then lucked out by slipping into a small table that had been vacated just moments before.
The coffee shop was lively and pretty loud, but as soon as I started reading my book, it all disappeared. That was, perhaps, a gift bestowed on me from spending so much time in the library—the ability to block out the buzz around me and get my work knocked out. When I next looked up, there were just a
