Miss Smith


The library was the only place I ever felt safe. The only place I could check out as many books as I could carry. My parents never kept eyes on me after school so the public library became my stomping ground. Miss Smith came to be one of my most respected mentors and the one I saved all my secrets for. Everything changed the day she disappeared. Twenty years later, I have not stopped looking and can’t stop believing something abhorrent happened to my beloved librarian. All this time and I can’t shake the suspicions I have about my father. 

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