They spent the next two weeks meeting in the library, under the watchful eyes of the marble bust of Athena. Julyana would read aloud passages from her notebook, her voice steady, each line a careful brushstroke. Rae would scribble frantic notes, drawing caricatures of a senior with a cape made of textbooks, a senior who could only be rescued by someone who dared to ask, “What do you want, really?”

They closed their notebooks, placed them side by side, and left the library together, stepping out into the humid night. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets glistening under a sky full of stars. The town of Willow Creek seemed larger, more alive.

“Do you think anyone will ever read this again?” Julyana asked, tracing a line of ink with her fingertip.