“I was at the library and lost my way.” She pulled a boot off, then began working on the laces of the other. “The path changed.” “What do you mean?” “I mean exactly that. I was on the path and suddenly it was different, and I wasn’t sure where to turn. It was dusk by the time I left the library, but it took forever to find the path to Joyce House. It kept getting darker and darker and I went around and around.”
