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texted back.
    I readied myself in a hurry and ran downstairs, wanting to tell Rose I wouldn’t be needing the uber deluxe breakfast treatment this morning. “Rose?” I called into the kitchen.
    No answer. I hadn’t seen her since last night at the ceremony. I even got home before she did. She wasn’t joking about being busy this week.
    Uneasiness swept over me. Not because Rose wouldn’t be around to talk about my dad, but because I didn’t want to seem like a nuisance. I had come at a bad time.
    “Rose?” I called again, in the foyer now.
    I pushed open a door to the left of the dining room that I hadn’t been in yet. The room was bright with natural light from one wall full of windows overlooking the backyard garden. A fireplace nestled in the corner on the opposite side.
    A library.
    A long cream-colored couch faced the fireplace, and matching armchairs at the ends of the room faced the windows. Bookshelves brimming with books lined the walls. Most were leather-bound and the titles on the spine were barely legible, gold text flaking off.
    A real library. An actual in-house library. I thought royalty and rich people were the only ones who thought to include libraries. Or the only ones who could afford to act like they actually used a house library.
    I walked to the closest bookshelf, trailing my finger over the spines before picking one at random. My breath caught. “What the heck?” I frowned, my finger tracing the word ‘Journal’ on the cover.
    A sharp rap on the door startled me and I dropped the book. It thudded on the carpeted floor. “What are you doing in here?”
    I turned. It was only Rose. I laughed despite the initial jolt of nerves. “I was looking for you. Drake asked me to meet him for breakfast, so…” I stopped short. Rose glared down at the book on the floor beside my feet. “Um, sorry about that. You scared me and I dropped it.”
    “You are not allowed in here.”
    “What?” I asked. An icy stare from Rose silenced me. “I mean, yeah, sure, but…” I bent over and picked up the journal. “…this looks exactly like the journal I found of my father’s.”
    Rose’s eyebrows drew together as she walked toward me, then she tore the leather book from my hands. “You are not allowed in here.” She put the book back in its place and pointed toward the door.
    My face flushed. “I’m sorry, Rose. I was looking for you and saw that journal. It looks just like my father’s. Are they all his in here?”
    “No.” Rose stood in the library doorway, arms crossed. “Those aren’t David’s.”
    Great. I’ve pissed her off. “I enjoyed the…” A pause left the air between us buzzing. I searched for an appropriate sounding word. “…festivities last night.”
    “Good.”
    Okay... Still pissed. I pulled the hem of my shirt down, fingers grazing against the cell phone in my pocket. “Hey, did you call my mom again yesterday? Because she texted me this morning and—”
    “No, I didn’t. I was busy getting ready for the festival.” She hadn’t moved her imposing figure an inch from the library doorway.
    “Yeah, I understand. I just…” I reached up to play with the collar of my crew neck shirt.
    “I’ll take care of it, Sarah.” Her voice rang with the stern confidence of a drill sergeant. She reached behind her and pulled the door shut. “Tell Drake I say hello.”
     
    ***
    My heart hummed with guilt as I walked into Abigail’ Diner. Less than forty-eight hours since I’d shown up at my aunt’s house and we’d already gotten into a fight.
    Seeing Drake put me at ease though. And seeing Drake in his present situation had me giggle.
    He sat at the counter and pretended to read the paper, deflecting his ex-girlfriend’s attempts at conversation. She hovered around him, pretending to wipe down counters and fill salt and pepper shakers, sneaking glances to see if he needed anything. That was probably the biggest drawback to small-town living. Everyone knew everybody