Adelaide Williams had a theory. Well, she had many theories, but chief among them was the belief that people entered our lives when we needed them most. The important ones tended to, at least. Celeste and Madison, Sam and Eloise. In her mind, the same was true of books. The words of Orwell, Plath, and Louisa May Alcott had made their way onto her school syllabi when she most needed to read them, of this she was certain.
