and I hurried to the end of the library, then slipped into the stacks before it had a chance to open. I made my way through the staff hallway, past the kitchen. My head down in the poorly lit hallway, I nearly made it to the lobby before I ran, literally, headlong, into Leo. “You okay?” he asked, holding my shoulders and looking me up and down. “Yes. Sorry. I’m—” I was too flustered, too out of breath from hurrying to focus on the words I wanted to say. “Slow down, Ann. It’s a museum. No one’s saving lives here.” “Right. I know.” I exhaled. “I was just trying to make the shuttle.” “It just
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