Cornelia's POV
David held the passenger door open, his presence commanding even in such a simple gesture. "I want to know everything that's happened. Don't leave anything out."
So I didn't. Every single detail spilled from my lips as we drove through the city streets toward the library. David never once cut me off or tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. He simply listened, his hands steady on the wheel while I unburdened myself completely.
When I finally finished talking, he let out a low whistle. Only then did I realize we'd come to a stop. Through the windshield, I could see the familiar brick facade of the public library.
"That's quite a week you've had," he said, shaking his head slightly.
I exhaled slowly. "That's putting it mildly."
"Head inside. I'll park and meet you in there."
I turned to study his profile. "You're planning to stay?"
"That's right."
"I usually spend hours here."
"I figured as much."
"Won't that bore you to death?"
