Turned out the wings belonged to an old Halloween costume, one Abby had had for years. It was so old, in fact, Preston didn’t even remember it.
“But you said!” Abby cried, forgetting all about using her quiet library voice, when he asked her gently to take off the wings. “You said I could wear them today! You said I could wear my wings!”
Actually, Preston couldn’t remember specifically agreeing to anything of the sort. He remembered her saying she was wearing them, but he hadn’t seen the fairy wings on her back when she left the house. Had they been under her jacket? Or tucked inside her bookbag? He didn’t know, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, she’d set him up.
“Honey, keep it down.”
He glanced around, but they were the only ones in the library. Ms. Davis stood to one
