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Too easy to scan if you were doing things electronically, and she was such a quick typist; having to handwrite things gave her tih

Troy sat back and stretched "Well, considering it’s ten o’clock at night only days before Christmas, I’d say it’s yeoman’s duty"

As he smiled at her, she ht blue eyes and the sort of face that was so open and friendly, it could e land, a foreigner who had come to visit and stayed because they were captivated by the freedom that was enjoyed by the natives

"So that was raded papers on the left and twisted in the chair to crack her spine, a little sunburst of relief easing at her waist "You know, this was a good group of students They really got it--"

"I’m sorry," he interjected

Elise frowned "Why? I’ assistant This iseven more now…"

She let her voice trail off because she was pretty sure Troy wasn’t hearing a thing she was saying He was looking around at the stacks that bracketed them in their alcove, his eyes not really focused

As a va humans, Elise was always a little twitchy, and she hopped on the scan train, glancing about in case Troy had sensed so she had not

The Foster Newmann library was a place where students went to study even though print was dead and notes were now taken on laptops and chalk no longer existed in classroo that were broken up by sitting areas, the facility was a place where she always felt safe, with nothing but her studies and her ambitions before her

It hen she was at home, in her father’s h that was just allegorically speaking

Noticing nothing, she rubbed her eyes, the reality that she was going to have to return to that big old househer head pound

Seven years into her studies and she was starting to get close to her goal Thanks to an undergrad major in psych, she had been allowed into the PsyD in Clinical Psychology prograo into a private counseling practice for the race when she was finally finished, specializing in PTSD

After the raids of two years before, there were a lot of va from traumatic loss, and so few avenues for anyone to seek social workers and counseling

Of course, the raids had also slowed her down, too, her father insisting that she cease her studies and decamp with her aunt, uncle, and first cousin out to a safe house far frootten on track again--although tragedy had struck onceto her sire every night Hated the subterfuge about where she was going and who she ith But what other choice did she have? The sranted had been slammed shut

Especially after her first cousin had been beaten to death four weeks ago

Elise still couldn’t believe Allishon was gone, and her father, uncle, and aunt were likewise in a state of renewed shock--or at least, she assu about the loss, the sadness, the anger But they were reacting to it, for sure: Elise’s father was so tense and gri to snap at any moment Her aunt had been locked up in her bedroohost andered around, throwing no shadows, casting no footfalls