Well then, I think, as I take the escalator to the pizza parlour and grab a slice of cheese. I try to eat it, but my body remembers I haven't had anything to eat yet today, and I'm nauseous. Food does nothing for me, and I end up tossing lunch in the garbage as I leave.

That afternoon, in the ever-present quiet of the library, I continue to update my blog. How much to tell and how much to conceal? I reveal that we know the guy is using dating apps and is posing as car service driver. There's more hidden here, information still in the dark. I push all the fearful noise from my thoughts, but clarity is still elusive.

Before I know it, the day is done. My replacement, Melinda, the evening librarian, rolls in and I blow out. Just like the fog.

I'm exhausted,...

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