Reunion at the Rivertown Library

I walked into the Rivertown archives for a simple research project, but the woman behind

the desk made my heart stop. It was Amelia. Five years ago, she didn't just

break up with me; she vanished—deleted her socials, changed her number, and disappeared

without a word. Now, she’s the Head Librarian, and the only person who can authorize

my exhibit. The silence was deafening as she slid the request form across the

counter. Her voice was professional, cold—like we were strangers. "Michael," she said,

finally meeting my eyes. "I didn't think you still lived here."

I told her I hadn't gone anywhere, unlike some people. She didn't flinch. She just led me