#Chapter 297: Records & Resemblance

For a split second, I felt my heart stop. Nathan straightened, looking back at Layla. “How about that tour of the library?” he asked Layla, shooting me a momentary sideways glance as though trying to prove a point to me. “Like I promised.” Layla’s eyes shone with interest. “I thought we would go tomorrow,” she said, “but now is good, too. What do you say, Olivia?” I swallowed, nodding. “Sure.” As we walked toward the library, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia. The library had been our sanctuary, a place where Nathan and I had spent countless hours reading when we were kids. Almost every weekend, we would head to the library and leave with a new stack of books to read. But now, the sight of its burnt sections and the ongoing construction was a tangible reminder of our vulnerability. Layla looked around, observing the expert builders that Nathan had hired hard at work. They were meticulously crafting, replicating the once magnific