Natalie
9
I glanced up from the book I was signing. My eyes drifted to the entrance to the room. To the place where I was certain a dark-haired man in a suit had been standing moments earlier.
“What is it?” the woman in front of me asked at my puzzled expression.
“I thought I saw someone at the door.”
She turned and looked with me. “No one’s there now.”
“I could have sworn…” I trailed off as my brain ran away with itself. I pushed the finished signed book back to the woman.
“Thanks for coming,” I told her. I glanced back to the bookseller at my side. “Sorry. I will be back in a minute.”
“Olivia,” the bookseller said softly, “there’s a line.”
“I know. I have to use the restroom. Just…give me a minute.”
Before she could say another word, I stood up and darted out of the room.
“Was
