Three hours later, I’m at the public library. It’s my sanctuary. Books don’t have hidden meanings. They don’t laugh at you behind your back. I’m shelving returns in the fiction section when I hear footsteps.
Davies. Not Hayley. Just my last name, like I’m one of the guys. hayley davies pov
I pull a copy of The Great Gatsby off the shelf and hand it to him. “Short. Tragic. Rich people being sad. You’ll like it.” Three hours later, I’m at the public library