Maybe Ethan was right. Maybe the whole thing was ridiculous and she should let it go before she became any more distracted. The books were already taking up hours that would be better spent in the bindery. But even as she acknowledged the wisdom of abandoning this strange new obsession, she felt the pull of it. Of them—whoever they were—and their unfinished story, beckoning her to read on.
uh yeah, no, you can't just let it go! you own a book store! you've come across some mystery books! obviously you must figure out who wrote them and at the very least finish reading them! could you imagine if the story ended here?! 🤣
