#Chapter 56: Stolen Dreams

I don’t know why Ava had been so freaking weird. I hadn’t seen her for a while. And then all of a sudden, she popped up, asking me about what I was doing. How I had been. That absolutely wasn’t like Ava. But I didn’t have time to worry about Ava’s sudden interest in my life. I had better things to do. Determined to shake off whatever that situation was with Ava, I walked into the library, laptop clutched to my chest like a lifeline. The library was one of the few places on campus where I felt I could truly focus. The familiar scent of old books and the quiet hum of whispered conversations usually had a calming effect on me. I could spend hours in the library. Sometimes all I did was focus on my homework and my writing in peace and quiet. On other days, I loved going down the book aisle, running my fingers across the spine of the books. That was one of my favorite ways to discover an old book that had never come on my radar. There were so many books I had never read and I was