Chapter 11
Dinnertime came and went with no sign of Thomas. Amy didn’t seem to notice, slipping into their earlier routines when it had just been the two of them, no more mention of their conversations that afternoon. When she insisted Andre take seconds of the meatloaf they had made together, he had to force down each bite. The meat lodged in his throat, then settled like rocks in his stomach. By the time they cleared the table, he felt like he was going to be sick.
Throughout the washing up, he kept glancing out the window. The shadows were lengthening, dusk approaching. It wouldn’t be full dark for several hours, but the library would have closed before they’d sat down to eat. He could only hope that Thomas had found what he’d been looking for and sought them out in person.
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