~Valeria~
The photo felt like it was burning a hole in my backpack as I walked back to the library the next day.
I'd spent the entire night staring at it, trying to convince myself I was imagining things. But every time I looked at that little girl's posture, the way she leaned into the man's protective touch, I knew it wasn't my imagination.
The problem was, knowing something and proving it were two totally different things.
Mrs. Henderson was working the front desk today instead of the usual student volunteers. She'd been the librarian here forever, probably since before I was born. If anyone would know where that photo came from, it would be her.
"Hi Mrs. Henderson," I said, trying to sound casual as I walked up to her desk.
"Valeria, dear. Back again today? You've been spending a
